What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts?
On ashen, sordid ground, I take root; here I stand –
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts –
With such fierce passion we plant or forsake our masts –
Fly flags on fruitful, fertile, or dead, barren land –
When memory’s but a reverb of whispered pasts –
Oh, how I long for love that changes, holds me fast –
Through strife, fear, test, ache and pain – an aesthetic hand –
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts –
Hope tosses, shuns me, puts sick bones in breaking casts –
And songs become a dirge with sounds from banished bands –
What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts?
Perhaps the answer’s in the wind, truth left unasked –
Perhaps I hope to see and must accept what’s planned –
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts –
Oh, how I long for love that changes, holds me fast –
On ashen, sordid ground, I take root; here I stand –
What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts?
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts –
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)
More of Nitin’s work can be found at Fighting the dying light
I really liked this. I think it’s great.
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Thank you very much.
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I really enjoyed this. It was great.
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Thank you very much.
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Nitin, may I say,
your villanelle reverbs
with greatness.
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Thank you so much David. That means a lot to me.
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This is great work, I really enjoyed this. I am particular to:
‘Hope tosses, shuns me, puts sick bones in breaking casts –
And songs become a dirge with sounds from banished bands –
What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts?’
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I actually had a bit of difficulty writing that bit. It was first dead bones, and then I made it dry bones and finally sick bones. A lot of the words used in this poem had to go through some last minute changes because I didn’t want something obscure. And I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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You are welcome.
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i admire how you chose such a lovely form–the villanelle–and created something so rich and deep in thought. even as the repeated lines are there, they sound new in each iteration. beautifully done.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. It wasn’t easy writing this, and the initial draft was a little obscure. But that was because I was focusing on the technical aspects like the iambic hexameter. I then was thankfully able to make it more accessible. I’m so glad that you liked it.
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you are most welcome!
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I agree.
Brilliant work, Nitin!
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Thank you Vanessa!
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You are very welcome!
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This is a lovely piece Nitin. Appreciated by folk such as I 🙂
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Thank you so much Diana.
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Always a pleasure Nitin!
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Such amazing writing and imagery.
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Thank you so much Emily 🙂
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