An Ode to the Past ©

img_7521All night the cold wind raged
and made love to the melting snow on the ground

I chopped the wood of fading past from my mind
you threw away the leaves you had saved
of times that had gone by

I searched in my pockets, and came up
with skeletons of dried poems and emotions,
the stale lines from the palms of my hand
which I had thought decades ago, that they
showed us our way to each other’s heart, and
your tears watered the earth where we sat.

We lit a fire, and over the hours and minutes
of that night
we heated a love that had gone cold
and lay frozen in our bodies. ©

(The above painting was done by me last year.)

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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28 Responses to An Ode to the Past ©

  1. mrswrangler says:

    Love both the painting and the poem. Have a great week.

  2. michnavs says:

    “with skeletons of dried poems and emotions,”.. i love this line Zak..

    And tha painting has a lot of character..i love it

  3. murisopsis says:

    This took my breath away! The words are amazing!! I read it and then read it again and now I’m reading it once more. I always liked that watercolor and now this prose poem – magical!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you dear Val. You are so sweet. Make me feel ten feet tall. Love you.

      I left a comment on “Flower Power”, but couldn’t access the page about the summer squashes. Was told it is not available.

  4. Rupali says:

    Beautiful poem.
    I love the painting.
    Are they crows?

  5. Beautiful painting and poem pairing, SweetZ!
    I can feel the emotion you put into your creations. I hope you can feel the emotions you evoke in me as I read your writing and immerse myself in your painting.
    It is a beautiful thing if/when love can be reawakened, renewed. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

  6. Wow – I love this poem and the painting. I have no idea how you come up with gems like this line.

    ” I searched in my pockets, and came up
    with skeletons of dried poems and emotions”

    If it’s sleepless nights, then maybe I’ll be less harsh to insomnia.

    Sending you lots of love.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you darling Mattie. I love your comment (S) so much. A lot of poems do happen around 1 to 3 at night. Not all of them are worthy of printing here. Insomnia has become a way of life for me. Some nights, I take an over the counter sleep aid, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels weird that I had a dreamless sleep. Like as if I almost missed the dang insomnia! Ha ha.

  7. I love the crows running in the rain.
    Memories are a mixed bag of joy and melancholy. Sometimes the melancholy is sweeter.

    • Zakiah says:

      I had submitted that painting to our local Art Club a year ago, and it got an honorable mention. I like it too. I had taken a photo of these two crows on my way to the gym. It was raining hard. There were about twenty or more crows sitting on the wire. I stopped the car and lowered the window, and except for these two, all the others flew away. I have another of five or six crows in a similar medium. They are good subjects, Tim.

      I am glad you cared about the poem, enough to comment. Thank you.

  8. I love the painting and poem, thanks for the like in one Rupali’s post, nice to meet you Zakiah!!!

    • Zakiah says:

      I appreciate your coming over to my site and liking my work. Thank you for following my work. I can’t wait to see your work. Best regards to you.

    • Zakiah says:

      I went to your web page. Stunning photography. However, I couldn’t leave a comment there. Just “liked” some. Beautiful work.

  9. Dilip says:

    Beautiful and emotive! Tears of joys are the luxuries of a life well lived.
    Your blog is loaded with creative content 👍 Cheers.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Dilip for your visit here. New faces and fresh young blood, makes it worth while to write and read and live, without just existing! Thank you also for liking my post. I hope I see you here more often. Have a great week.

  10. Dilip says:

    Yes of course I will Zakiah! Wish you wonderful times ahead. Regards.

    • Zakiah says:

      Dilip, where was your profile picture taken? What is your handicap?

      • Dilip says:

        Wow looks like you are a keen golfer too 🏌️‍♂️ Played to a handicap 16 but after a recent wrist fracture (not attributed to golf) I’m playing to 22. I play in Pune 😊

    • Zakiah says:

      I do play golf, but not like my husband, son, daughter son in law or my 10 year old grandson, who has defended his title at our Country Club two years in a row. I play to have fun. Personally, I love playing tennis more than golf. My handicap is more like 28 or so. On in law is a scratch player, Son is a 3, husband is 10, and daughter is I think16 or is it 18? Not absolutely sure.

      • Dilip says:

        Great to know you are a family of golf lovers. Here’s wishing them all the best for more match wins. It’s a wonderful sport and cathartic too. And enjoy your tennis Zakiah. Regards.

  11. in says:

    quite deep writing here.

    a thought-filled ode.

  12. Nomadosauras says:

    Such beautiful words, ma’am!
    The painting compliments the emotions so well. 🙂

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