The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write a ghazal. A ghazal is formed of couplets, each of which is its own complete statement. Both lines of the first couplet end with the same end-word, and that end-word is also repeated at the end of each couplet.
My sisters and I. Strangely enough, there is not one photo of my mother and father and the three of us girls together. The only family photo ever taken was before I was born.
Following
The youngest of three, every day down unpaved roads, I tracked my sisters’ footprints.
Nancy Drew wannabe, who needed fingerprints when I could read their footprints?
My mother’s closet a treasure trove, hidden wonders lay obscured on the tallest shelves.
I fanned her dresses with my fingers, slipped into red high-heels that bore her footprints.
Careful where you walk, my father warned, parting tall grass near the homestead ruins.
Fearful of snakes, I fit my own feet to matted grass that marked my father’s footprints.
That frightening choice of colleges facing me, I knew no other way to decide
than to go where she’d gone, and follow in my sister’s footprints.
The obligation of college over with no more paths worn by other feet to follow,
I chose Australia, Indonesia and then Africa––following imagination’s footprints.
My niece’s teeth clamped to the old saxophone as its mouthpiece snapped in two,
worn by each of the girls in our family and then by her, as she followed in our footprints.
Interesting.
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Life often follow in familiar footprints with an occasional adventure in other footprints.
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Versatile subject tailored to your amity and experiences..kind of a keepsake.
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Well-put, Kathy.
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Or vice versa…
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I love your theme of footprints as you share your family history!
dwight
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Thanks, Roth..
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I especially liked the stanza about following in your father’s footsteps on the matted grass.
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That one was special fo me, emotionally, as well.
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This made me think back to my own childhood. Thank you!
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A full and powerful narrative in this wonderful poem and the use of footprints as refrain is fabulous. So metaphorical.
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Thanks, Paul.
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It was fun to read about your family!
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