Water is but a Mirror

Day 21 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.
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Narcissus, listen to what I say: “do not be so proud of your beauty”
Spring will turn to summer, time will wilt, and enshroud your beauty.

Your beautiful corona and six, silky yellow petals, reflect in me
But, hear that thunder, it won’t be long till the storm, clouds your beauty.

Listen to me, the one who mirrors your visage and your soul, don’t spurn
Echo and her repeating voice, beware of losing your endowed beauty.

How do you mistake that, what you see in me is not the real reflection of you,
Now you see how the curse fell on you and plowed over your beauty.

Narcissus, don’t lose your will to live, quit admiring your own beauty
Do not confuse what’s a ‘Mirage’ and wear a shroud over your (real) beauty.

Today’s prompt was to write a poem based on the myth of Narcissus. I had written a ghazal on this myth, during NaPoWriMo 2016. Penned a ghazal thinking from water’s point of view –  chiding Narcissus.

The prompt was:

And now for our (optional) prompt. In her interview, Brim provides us with several suggestions for generative writing exercises, and we’d like to challenge to today to tackle her third one, which is based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way. For example, you could imagine that imagine the water is speaking to you, the narcissus flower. Or you could write a poem in which the narcissus berates the Kardashians for stealing their neurosis. Or a poem that comments on the narcissism of our time, i.e. beauty and body obsession, etc.

Warm Waters

Great barrier reef coral, bleached white, in warm waters
Plaster of paris gods, submerged at night, in warm waters.

North pole shifting, from Hudson Bay to British Isles
Sea level rise, causing drift in axis so slight, in warm waters.

Monsoon season lingers longer on the tea terraces,
Will my tea be beneficent, as afternoon delight, in warm waters?

Early heat waves put vulnerable millions at risk, each year
Future forward without gaining foresight, in warm waters?

Console people fleeing shifts in seasons, sinking land?  By
building walls and asking them to sit tight in warm waters?

Two locavores dining vegan, soft din of conversation, clinking
of silverware and quietude of moonlight, in warm waters.

Isis floods the river Nile, sheds tears for her beloved, and
resurrects dead Osiris, disguised as diving kite, in warm waters.


Notes: Day 22 of NaPoWriMo 2016.  Earth Day.  The prompt was to write a poem in honor of Earth Day.  I ended up writing a ghazal , similar to last year.  This time, though, instead of primarily Portland inspired lines, I used headlines (listed below) to write the couplets.

Great Barrier Reef coral bleaching

Plaster of Paris or Clay

North Pole Drifting towards British Isles

Climate change and agriculture

Brutal Heat wave in India

The climate-change refugee crisis