It’s been so long since I’ve written a poem, at first I was afraid to write. I stopped writing a while ago because I felt like I had nothing to say and if I did have something to say I wouldn’t say it right. Then, this summer, my grandma passed away (may she rest in peace). After a long battle against all her signs of weakness she left us and the silence that remained was overwhelming, both from losing her and my will to write. After a long battle against myself, my depression and my guilt, I finally decided to put my fingers on the keyboard again and write my first poem about her. I truly miss her, and I’m still not sure if the words I’ve used can capture the true essence of what a great woman she was. But I’m trying, and if I can even capture a tiny part of her through my poetry, then I think I’m doing as well as I possible can to preserve her memory.
Apologies for my recent lack of poems – keeping up with the 30/30 challenge is extremely difficult to do when you have exams to study for but I will try harder to keep on top of it. For today’s prompt we were asked to consider the future — enjoy!
Sometimes I like to compare myself to an old man. Note how I did not say old woman – for old women have a special quality to them which old men do not: you can see it if you brush away the dust, buried inside them is a treasure chest where pearls of wisdom remain.
I think what I’ve gotten out of NaNoWriMo is realising that not all poems need to have a deep meaning behind them, and you can just write a poem for the sake of writing a poem. So, with that in mind, I chose to write this poem about how my taste in food has changed since I was a kid.
Wow, already more than two weeks in! For everyone doing NaNoWriMo, or trying to achieve any kind of goal this month — keep it up!! 🙂
It’s been a bit difficult to keep on top of things as a student, but being a student means you also move around a lot. I’m currently in London, and so this poem was inspired by things I’ve heard people say around me so far.