Apr 5, 2017 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry
Lilacs©Vijaya Sundaram, 2016
Growing Old With Lilacs
©April 5th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Lilac-trees at the base of our steps –
Purple and white ghosts in May.
Swooning air, gladdened eyes, a
Bunched and tight need to hold on –
Bloom with them.
As quietly as they bloom,
They fade, browning into death.
Every year, without fail,
The lilacs make for a new
Falling-in-love, and out.
Heart beats just a little faster,
Wild need to kiss everything
In sight overwhelms skin.
Shake it off, but hold the feeling
Close within, like a secret romance.
Every year, the relentless onset
Of summer months, the gentle slide
Into autumn, fading all too quickly
Into grim winter, prickly and cold.
One grows older, faster.
So, eternal sunshine lures me
To eternal youth, but perhaps,
That might bore in time.
Besides, if I leave for sunny climes,
I shall miss my lilacs.
Agelessness loses romance.
For without fierce love
And fierce loss, all is
Placid, and placidity
Equals death.
I think I’ll stay and grow old
With my lilacs, and hold their
Fragrance close to my dreaming
Aging self.
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