For today’s Poetry Friday (as hosted byA Year of Reading), I’ll be sharing an original poem. When we joined this meme a year ago, we initially posted original poems, but soon moved towards sharing local poets and poets we love. Today, just to break from the usual routine, I’d like to share one of the poems I wrote for a personal writing project called Family Portrait. I started the writing project back in 2011 to get my writing muscle back into shape, its goal was to create poems around a family member or family event.
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In a cocoon of smoke©
My memories of her are cloaked in smoke,
The smell of nicotine thick in my mind.
Through the clouds, I see her green nightgown,
Her raised leg and her misery.
She was miserable,
In the mornings.
I called it sad back then, her face
Wrinkled at the forehead,
Her head of black and white curls
All in disarray
As she takes a slow drag
And like smoke, my thoughts of her
Fade, thin into the oblivion of memories
Who she was and where she was
Eternally a mystery.
Except for that one image
Of her and her green night gown,
Scorned face, cocooned
In every day’s grey smoke.
So what do you think? What’s your poem for today?