Apr 17, 2017 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry

A Nocturne
©April 17th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

Stars collect in violet skies
Like salt in an empty plate
Shaken by an idle hand,
Beautiful and brittle,
White and scattered,
Far, so far away from me.
Walking on this darkened street,
Dog near my feet, there’s
A catch in the  throat,
A sudden ache, a yearning.

Spring air collects in my hair
And around my neck,
Like the hand of a lover
Grazing ever so lightly
The neck of the beloved,
Making her shiver; spring air,
Fragrant with scents  that only
My dog can know, and she’s
Not telling me what she knows.
I do not contend with mysteries.

Doubt and unease collect in my blood
And so do certainty and peace.
They jostle each other, streaming
Through my veins, my arteries,
Beating currents, fast and strong,
Bearing life and death, scenting
Its river banks, urging flowers ,
Silting land, sifting through borders.
I exhale, while swirling currents
Tumble into a waiting ocean.

If I become a bit of shaken salt
In a night sky filled with darkness,
Or spring air stirring lilacs
Awakening all the senses,
Making a human and her dog
Yearn for something with no name,
Would I miss all of this?
Would I know to miss it?
And when all of it is gone
Would the world re-form, or sleep?
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Today is Day 17 of NaPoWriMo 2017, and the prompt was, quite simply, to write a poetic nocturne.

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