Ode to an Old Poem

by

Parameshwaree Munisamy-Odoye

Brownish and worn out,
The paper could only bear the ink of my handwriting.
Like a mere background it bore the story of my life that faded out.
The history of the paper and my story reminded me of some kind of songwriting
Where similes and similarities seemed singing a song…
Was it one of a mockingbird or that of a nightingale?
The paper almost incarnated the persona of the flong
Where my tears and fears steam even now an emotional gale.
Letters formed by strikes and arcs knew constant slow-down instances
Where the mind and heart would nurture calmness in chaos.
Gleams of my life experiences shot in one take could be read with a variety of lenses
What was afresh in my mind is the smell and the dynamism of the Cilaos…
I cherished like I mourned ….

Parameshwaree, 32 years old, is an Early Childhood Education Tutor. Writing has always been her favourite hobby and today she lives through it at the fullest.