Day 28: Red Tinted Memories

The prompt for day 28 was to write a poem using a “color as a guide”.

Red Tinted Memories

Gentle twists of yarn
weaving in and out
in an endless stream of colour;
roan red to baby pink.
Though highly contrasted,
they blend together
as the threads mingle with
each other to form
a sweater
which, though seemingly
soft, is rough
to the touch.
Laden with frayed memories,
the twists of yarn
and the love
that gave them form
are forever preserved in my mind
even as the colours continue
to fade with time.

Inside my mind,
I can see her hands
fly with the needles
in a criss-cross
chaos of choreographed motions.
Balls of tightly wound
yarn at either side slowly
dwindle to add to the ever
growing bundle atop her lap.
A vision- not a memory,
though very plausible
all the same,
that makes smile


The Nightmares

This is for the Daily Post: Weekly Writing Challenge, which was to write a poem, about anything, and play around with the formatting. I definitely had fun with this one even though it took a bit of time to get everything just right since I’ve never worked with html before. However, it ended up (more or less) looking the way it does in my notebook so I’m happy. The way to read this would be to think of it as two columns- you start with the left column and read all the way down so it would read “Fear, the child of darkness…… yet never seen, lingers in the air” and so on, and then go on to the second column that would start “Food it needs not…”

NOTE: Since I have been getting a few questions about it, the way to read this would be to read through the ‘columns’ as I explained above, and then to read only the outer words, still following the logic of the columns. Hope that clears it up!

The Nightmares
     the child of darkness
     and knowledge,                                                                                       Food
     always present,                                                            it needs not,
     yet never seen,                                                       surviving solely
                                                                                      on the images
                                                                                         in our minds
     in the air,                                                                                                   for
     silent.                                                               sustenance, feasting
     The strength to destroy                        on the emotions that garnish
     even the highest                                                     the recollections,
     of powers                                                serving us, with eagerness 
                                                                                   and splendor, our
     moments,                                                                                      nightmares.
     in darkness and light,
     it draws its helpers
     in our worst