Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net was to write an American Sonnet, which is… uh just like a regular sonnet, but with a lot less rules. It needs to be discursive, like a regular sonnet, and needs to go off with a bang. One of the best things about the NaPoWriMo season is that I get to explore a variety of forms in poetry. It is so fun to attempt different kinds of poetry and figure out what we’re most comfortable with. I’ve always been the most comfortable with free verse because there are so many possibilities there.
Then again, how will I ever be able to figure out what I am best at if I never get to experience how much beauty there is in poetry?
Anyway, I don’t have much to say today. Enjoy the poem, I guess! Xx
Pressed between the pages of my heart
Is the sweetest chapter, still in bloom,
Withered and frail, close to falling apart,
But the colour is as bright as the day I last saw you.
No fragrance remains, but I recall yours,
It’s just as intoxicating as I remember it;
Who could have known, when we closed our doors,
I’d be kneeling, knocking, crying at the doorstep?
I keep the pressed flower at my heart,
Where it will stay in bloom for an eternity,
Cast in resin made from our loving memories,
A keepsake, a reminder of what could have been.
Though time may dim the colours, the love remains,
A faded testament to intertwined fates.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
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