napowrimo 11 - Hope

by Rania Moallem   Apr 13, 2020


Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me.
The room is dark, humbly lit by an oil lamp,
it's for my grandma who I never met before
but at least, she left a source of light behind.
I was always attracted to dim surfaces
and pale colors.
But the smell of rust
wasn't what got me here.
This old house, in this far region
connects deeply with my soul.
Nothing's odd about the big city,
where the trees are never tall.
It is not about the traffic
where the sky is concealed
with burdens and taints of fuel.
It's more about a lost spirit
that cherishes lonesome
and dives in silence
where vision is always quite loud.
It's more than that.
There is this sense of belonging
that I keep hunting for,
I never find.
but I carry on.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Violet Raven

    Oooof this took my breath away. Absolutely beautiful imagery wrapped up in metaphors. The scene is simple yet it makes an impact on the reader due to the emotional ties and feelings to the place you are describing..

    The first few lines gave me as the reader a warm and fuzzy feeling with the looking out the window which is already a picturesque image adding the oil lamp brings up the poem so much. Most of the grandmas are a source of light and kindness and it works well to further the story along.

    You are used to darkness and perhaps you see life in black and white. But in this moment you see the beauty and color around you because you feel safe in the house you occupy.

    You needed to get away from a busy life you lead and rest and think. But there is always restlessness within you always.

    Most of the poem is in your perspective and i love that so much.

  • 5 months ago

    by Star

    I dont know how many times I already read this, but it evoked me. I found all my senses involved in your poem. My memory was running and taking fragments of it to make this poem very relatable.
    I'm really in love with this, it's so good we get to read more of your poetry this month :)

  • 5 months ago

    by Hellon

    This poem reminded me of when I had to go clear my sister's house out after her passing and, although it was not a house I had been in before (she lived in UK) going through her things brought so many memories back...some sad but some happy memories were there too. Thank you for sharing.

  • 5 months ago

    by hiraeth

    "The room is dark, humbly lit by an oil lamp,
    it's for my grandma who I never met before
    but at least, she left a source of light behind."

    "There is this sense of belonging
    that I keep hunting for,
    I never find.
    but I carry on."

    <3

    This poem made me think of my grandfather; I've only spent a summer with him and would've loved to spend more time with him.

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