Afternoon – haiga
simmer into silence in
an afternoon glow.
Janitor – haiga
he guards all the doors
lest, unbidden, Love creeps in –
my fortressed heart
Black dog – haiga
pick me, said his eyes,
like mine must have done years back,
at the orphanage
This lockdown was so different from the one last year. I just fell into it in relief. I let go of all the lists, goals, must-haves, shoulds, deadlines, took a break from social media and spent a lot of time in self-reflection.
It was almost like I had gone into winter when nature withdraws from the business of growing and expanding and settles into rest and replenishment. The silent darkness is full of restoration.
I found that on the other side of surrender lies joy. On the other side of letting go of outcomes lies lightness and peace. Detaching from the narrative connects you with your deeper, authentic self.
For today’s NaPoWriMo, I tried out the Chaucerian Stanza, which is a stanza of seven Iambic Pentametre lines. In this stanza the first line rhymes with the third, the second with the fourth and fifth, and the last two lines rhyme together, thus forming a couplet. Also called Rhyme royal, rhyme also spelled rime, in short, it is a seven-line iambic pentameter stanza rhyming ababbcc.