day hides into startling night of doom
complacent gone, I listen to love songs
of the gusts of wind to swaying pines.
envious of those, assailed by melancholy
I kick out at the table stubbing my toes.
howling like the wind, I hobble around
giving a loud voice to choicest of curses.
my eyes fall on a ragged doll long forgotten
discarded now, a silent bystander to all
alpha and omega of my early years. now it
offers comfort. I hug it close to my heart,
smiling at its smugdy one-eyed twisted face.
'turbulent weather is perfect to revisit childhood memories'
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Nicely done, I like the combination of childhood and weather and the comfort found in what had been so important
ReplyDeleteAh, the storm of childhood. A great analogy.
ReplyDeleteI remember moments like this. In fact, I often still have them! Perhaps this is why I have kept and treasured my dolls, my mother's, and my grandmother's.
ReplyDeleteI 'think' i could relate...
ReplyDeletethe feeling, i somehow missed Gautami...
For me, turbulent weather represents youth..
but yeah, at times it brings back those..fun and frolic of childhood in storm and rain :)
wishes!
devika
there is comfort in what is known from the past
ReplyDeleteI remember stormy times, too. And some of the quiet ones can be just as confusing. Such a great image of the dool from the past!
ReplyDeleteI have a very old Christmas ornament, a Santa doll, that once was my Grandmother's. He now looks much like your 'smugdy one-eyed twisted face' ragged doll, and yet each Christmas I carefully unwrap him and put him out with great care and I remember the many treasured Christmases of my childhood with my Grandmother. Well done, guatami!
ReplyDeleteHow I also remember a long-ago doll with (in my case) eyelashes missing. You've captured the spirit of this prompt perfectly Gautami, well done!
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..the raw emotinality of this poem
ReplyDeleteis attractive..many thanks for sharing this..
Lovely
ReplyDeleteWow! This is so vivid! I love it. :)
ReplyDeleteOld toys are the best friends!
ReplyDeleteThis reminded a little bit of The Velveteen Rabbit.
Thank You for your poem.
lovely..
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this wonderful post here. How are you?
ReplyDeleteI still have my childhood doll - and she's got a 'smugdy one-eyed twisted face' too. And I love these lines:
ReplyDelete'complacent gone, I listen to love songs
of the gusts of wind to swaying pines'
this so speaks to my mood right now. and i could really use one of those childhood dolls to clutch at this moment especially the the baby doll that was my mother's. but alas, they were all lost in a move twenty years ago.
ReplyDeletethis was excellent. emotive and vivid and the words sing
wild weather makes me pensive and reflective too of troubled one-eyed times
ReplyDeletegautami--
ReplyDeleteThis poem feels like it came from a childlike place in you, with grown up words for the images and feelings...
Yes, turbulent weather all round...
Thank you!! And thanks for the birthday wishes--
perfect title, lovely words, enchanting doll child! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteComfort comes in many forms and sounds like the narrator really needed that doll that night! Love your description of the storm!
ReplyDeleteIt is a moment, that sets the mind roll unto reverie, happily. well buttered:)
ReplyDeleteThis too shall pass
ReplyDeleteInanimate objects such as dolls are usually the starter objects to practise projecting our emotions on others. We test run scenarios to examine how we feel about things and experiement with handling various responses.
We work our way up to pets and eventually schoolmates until we get serious about imposing our will and wishes upon a significant other.
Some of us are insanely lucky and find a compromising soulmate who is secure enough in their own right that they can forgive our transgressions and tolerate our shortcomings.
We owe a debt of gratitude to those dolls & pets who put up with our fumbling...they were always far more forgiving than the genuine article.
What sort of prejudice do you have against avatars?
Are you making a statement?
i loved this post g... the gusting winds, moody weather, and..hilarious with the stubbed toes.. and then the soothing rag doll...
ReplyDeleteLovely. Nice title too.
ReplyDeleteVery nice!!
ReplyDeleteloved this poem :)
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