My Treasured Words

Wake up from sleep,
feeling the mist of rain
through the open window.

Drop by drop
drip, drip drip,
soft, steady and rinsing;
close my windows, there’s
mist of rain on my ‘post-its’.

My treasures,
my little pieces of words,
on little shreds of paper,
on backs of discarded envelopes,
my fractured words,
from the depths of my sleep!

They beg me to save ’em
just so a poem can be born in the morning;
Please close the windows
and keep the misty rain
from erasing my treasures.



Image from Google.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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25 Responses to My Treasured Words

  1. Oh that’s beautiful… I can picture those post its getting wet from the mists of the rain and the words slowly fading away.

    • Zakiah says:

      Has happened in the past. Summer is the worst time when I keep the windows open. I love listening to the rain and the thunder. But now I have moved my table away from the window, so there is less danger of the words getting faded or lost.
      Love, Matt. Thank you for the comment.

  2. OHHHHH..this is my favorite as of it. πŸ˜‰

  3. slmret says:

    How beautiful — and please, please keep the rain from erasing your treasures!

    • Zakiah says:

      πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Thank you dear Janet. At least I have some way of salvaging these words when I write them down. My problem arises when I think of the various lines and words and think that I will remember them in the morning…. but lo and behold, they are erased from the memory for ever by morning.

  4. cjjustice1 says:

    This is so lovely, Zakiah. I really love the way that you describe the dripping rain so beautifully – yet, with the misting a danger to your notes (I know about the backs of envelopes, note pads, etd., too). I love how your thoughts are expressed so creatively.
    Love – Carolyn

  5. mrswrangler says:

    Very lovely. Have a wonderful weekend.

  6. murisopsis says:

    I could see it so clearly and feel the anxiety the damp notes caused you!! I’ve taken to your method too. Except my words seem to arrive while I’m driving!!

    • Zakiah says:

      Been there, done that too! heh heh. Thank you for the lovely comment.
      Val, I am following you, and try to get to your post always, but WP is not allowing me. You are not on my READER list.
      What am I doing wrong?

  7. very sensitive poem,Zakiah.
    This remembers me an old post on Xanga inspired by the drops of rains on my window by the computer . I understand your inspiration/
    BTW I am not well , I got last Thursday an urinary catheter. Painful
    Love ❀

  8. A beautiful, heart-felt poem, SweetZ! And so relatable! (I’ve kept a pad and pen by my bed for decades…to write down words or phrases that come to me when I can’t sleep…or to write down a dream I just woke up from. Often a poem or short story has birth-ed from that effort. πŸ™‚ )
    Your poems are always filled with vivid word-pics and ignite my emotions and my thoughts. Thank you! πŸ™‚
    And I hope your word-papers, in the future, are safe. πŸ™‚
    HUGS and Happy Weekend!!! πŸ™‚

    • Zakiah says:

      I too keep a notebook by my bed, and have done that for a long time. Sometimes i am sitting up in bed, watching the rain and writing stuff in my book. That’s when i wondered about the rain drops on my written words.
      Had a good weekend. Hope you did too.
      Hugs and much love.

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