Today’s prompt is based in a poem by Larry Levis called “The Two Trees.” It is a poem that seems to meander, full of little digressions, odd bits of information, but fundamentally, it is a poem that takes time. It takes its time getting where it’s going, and the action of the poem itself takes place over months. Today, the challenge is to similarly write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. Perhaps, focus on imagery, or sound, or emotional content (or all three!)
Here’s my poem that highlights the feelings at the last stage of life.
Startled by the sound of his footsteps She slowly turned in her bed … to face the door …with great effort and greater expectation With eyes fixated at the entrance She barely managed to murmur his name But it seemed it was too late It was too late… For he had quietly exited the gate Without even looking at her face Or caring to inquire her state Was it really too late? How long she had been lying in her bed She frantically tried to recall How long had it been that he played in her lap She couldn’t fathom him so tall How long had it been that she told him tales … of love, care and compassion How long had it been that she scolded him For being callous and offensive to his friends Was it really too late? Had she forgotten to reiterate … the value of ethics despite being wise Had she not reminded him the essence of life, the meaning of relations that never stigmatize Was it really too late? Was it not a few days or maybe a few years That he demanded her attention for each of his choice That he needed her embrace To sulk or rejoice Was it really too late? Had the time flown away or was her memory at play When did her son learn to ignore his mom While ensuring his comfort was her only concern Well, it seemed it was too late A lifetime had passed A life well lived was all she had And she took with her, all her good memories While he’ll come home to realize That it was indeed too late! ©Vandana Bhasin