Day 24 at NaPoWriMo. Can’t believe it I’ve come this far. Weekends are always super busy with family time, but there’s always some time for a little poetry.

The prompt for the day. Hard-boiled detective novels are known for their use of vivid similes, often with an ironic or sarcastic tone. Novelist Raymond Chandler is particularly adept at these. Here’s one from his novels:

  • A few locks of dry, white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

The challenge today is to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. 

I don’t think I could get down to a hard-boiled simile. But I did something fragile using a few similes. This came about naturally and with ease. Hope you like my attempt.


my childhood home
like the peepal tree in
its courtyard
old and solitary
its arms, wide open
like the Brahmaputra
a blue jewel like the stroke
of a painter’s brush
hopping happily
over a riverbed of

invites me

but I’ve travelled miles
like a bird of passage, wild
zigzagging, sometimes
floating away like petals
down the river
yellow and red
rose and hibiscus

there’s no way to return
petals to the flower
they bob about on the water
for several yards-
fifty, sometimes hundred

hundred, like the age of
the peepal tree in the
of my childhood home


This post is part of BlogchatterA2Z

14 thoughts on “Unreturn”

  1. Sonia, This poem is my favourite piece written by you this month. It’s magical. There are others that I’ve loved but there is something so soulful about this one. LOVE it. The leaves floating and the way you circle back to ‘hundred’ and play with time and distance is brilliant.

  2. Damyanti Biswas

    “floating away like petals
    down the river……..
    …..there’s no way to return
    petals to the flower” You have such a beautiful way to describe things Sonia. This poem definitely instills such strong emotions!

  3. I didnt know what a similie is. I googled to understand what a Hard-boiled similie is 🙂


    bful poem as always …the peepal tree is constant, will stay there how much ever we keep floating , drifting

    Nicely summed sonia 🙂

    Dropping by from a to z “The Pensive”

  4. I like the thought in your poem, illustrated by this,” there’s no way to return
    petals to the flower”. This is so poignant and true. We have reached ‘U’ yaaaay!

  5. You had me at the title–resonant and memorable! I love the recurring image of the peepal tree that pulled the speaker into the past and brought her back to her present.💜🍃

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