It’s the day of alphabet E at A to Z Blogging Challenge, and Day 5 at NAPOWRIMO 2022. The poetry prompt for the day is interesting but I’m in no mood to think hard. So I’ve saved it for another day. (If you’d like to check the prompt, you can do it here). Instead, I’m here with a short poem. This morning, I read about the DOHA (couplet) form of poetry on Namratha’s blog. If you’ve been to a school in India you’d know what I’m talking about. Doing the DOHA in English is a little different. I started off with writing a couplet and ended up with a three stanza poem on loss. (CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING)
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goodbyes are never long,no final words come to mind
most of what we wish to say,strikes only in hindsight
the fact that nothing changes,when someone dear is lost
is the hollow hope of green,under layers of winter frost
time heals almost everything? the aching grief put in?
i watch the hands of a clock,wondering if they’ll ever spin?
I’d like to share a beautiful poem on death and loss that I’ve often referred to. It’s called In Lieu of Flowers by Shawna Lemay. She is a popular Canadian author and you will love her blog. To read her, visit here.
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the fact that nothing changes,when someone dear is lost
such deep lines. very poignant piece, Sonia
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“i watch the hands of a clock, wondering if they’ll ever spin? ” , What a brilliant end t the poem.
I lost my Nanaji and was not able to be with him during his final days. I will never heal that part of mine.
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Hugs Chinmayee
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I liked it too. Enjoy the month. 🙂
Anna from elements of emaginette
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Thank you.
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The hollow hope of green. That’s almost the passage of time we all live in, and time passes by like the flowing river. What a coincidence, yesterday night I was remembering someone whom we lost years ago, on a day coming in next week. Many years passed but the memories are still awake. Loved your lines Sonia.
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Hugs Swarnali💐
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How well your ‘doha’ expresses the feeling of grief.
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Sad yet powerful lines…ya some losses r irreplacable….however in long run may be they eventually heal or accept misery. I will check the Canadian poem.
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Love the first couplet a lot. It’s such good advice–for we always have the choice to say the things we want to say/should say — but we choose not to.
P.S. Reading your Dohas in DOHA–had to point it out:)
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Haha. That DOHA came to my mind as well😀
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Seems like a fitting poem for me to read as my current read is called ‘They Both Die in the End.’ Loved the line green under layers of frost.
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“the fact that nothing changes,when someone dear is lost
is the hollow hope of green,under layers of winter frost” loved these lines Sonia!
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Poignant!
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Each word fits the poem beautifully, so poignant, so true.
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Loss can take heavy toll on survivors. If “nothing changes” something wasn’t right.
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I agree. Nothing changes is implied in the larger context of nature.
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This is melancholy at its best Sonia.
Hollow hope of green under the layers of winter frost” left my heart with severe frostbites.
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This is melancholy at its best!
‘Hollow hope of green under the layers of winter frost’ left my heart with frostbites.
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