First I want to share with everybody how delighted I was to know that my poem NaPoWriMo Day 28 – Do you have dreams? was selected to be the featured poem of Day 28. You can check the link below- https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-7/ (read blog name ‘Eunoia’).
I want to thank the judges of NaPoWriMo for thinking my poem worthy. After five years of participating and around 148 poems written across those years in the month of April each year, it’s hugely satisfying, and is a big deal for me.
To all those who read my posts and supported me through their warm words of encouragement, I want to say ‘Thank you.’ To my blogging friends who’ve read my writing regularly since the time I began – Andrea Stephenson and Robbie Cheadle, I want to say ‘I am grateful to have met you here.’
And to those who joined me in the last few months on my fb page- Soumya, Bubbles and Vineetha, it’s a pleasure to read your comments. I know this probably sounds like I’ve won an Oscar but being selected here is no less for me. It comes at a time when I needed it. The ongoing lockdown, the increasing cases and mostly my personal losses in the last few months have all taken a toll making me doubt if what I write is indeed poetry. So, being selected, is hugely reassuring.
And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?
Writing the poem would be easier if I had to write about what I saw ‘from my window,’ now that we’re stuck indoors and have been since what feels like forever.
But here is mine for today, ‘Into the classroom window’
It's that time of the year
When parents have to meet the teacher
I hope there's not going to be a lecture
To discuss my teen's future!
I reach grade nine
Minutes ahead of time
In front of me, there is a line
meandering like the Rhine
I move to the door to check the sign
If the classroom is really mine
'Is the teacher even in?' I wonder
Pressing my ear to door
The sound of silence echoes loud
like a looming grey cloud
On the inside
the shuffling of feet in impatience, on the outside
I stand on my toes to reach the window
in the classroom's wooden door
My nose stuck to the glass pane
I hope it leaves no stain
'What do you think you're doing?' I hear a bellow
I can see a blackboard, a table, a chair
Some books in the corner and duster somewhere
'There's nobody in there!'
My finding I share, in return for a stare-
enough to scare
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