Here’s the prompt for Day 25 of NaPoWriMo. In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.
This one came effortlessly from heart about a drawer/chest in my mother’s home. I wished to attach the same picture, but couldn’t manage 🙂
On the right wall of my room
just behind the door
stood a white wooden closet
none was allowed to explore
A standard piece of furniture
like a bed or a study
but one chest in that cabinet
was quite dear to me
The secrets of my childhood
those greetings from my friends
some claiming an apology while
others wishing loads of fun
A red and white pouch
that was close to my heart
my wealth of carefully placed coins and
money from folks and dad
Ah! how can I forget
the flowery picture album
with pictures of me and my friends
teasing, jumping, having pun
My favorite Nancy Drew
and even a Sherlock Holmes
with few pens of my taste
were lucky to embrace that abode
Oh yes! that unique cologne
gifted by uncle overseas
also secreted that locker
with other assemblies
Oh! I am feeling so nostalgic
I am missing my childhood so much
that closet and its drawer
my heart aspires for that touch!
Beautiful!!
Thanks dear
This is a glimpse of the small V 🙂 well done!
True that 😉
Your use of sensory language — the look, the smell, the touch — really brought this memory alive.
Kevin
Thanks Kevin. I am happy you could relate to it 🙂
It seems I had been given a bit of a map to a beautiful lady’s ruled treasure island…
Ha ha. Good one Sangbad! Thanks for your lovely words 🙂