Namrah, Figment of Childhood

Oh why have you deserted me these nights,
your golden wings and glistening silver beak?
We soared through star lit skies to mystic sites
my Namrah, childhood friend, to me unique.

Adulthood now, so taxed by tasks each day
the years have sped, imagination dulled.
My dreams are doors no more, no passage way,
no you. But stress instead, and nightmares mulled.

Oh why have you deserted me these years?
Is there another child who claimed your dreams
whilst I, within the dark, doth shed my tears
for youthful innocence and moonbeam gleams.

As wrinkles steep and footsteps slow my gait,
I see the light in death’s dawn – tis there you wait.

bird_of_paradise_kagaya

Written for dVerse MTB where Bjorn hosts and asks us to write a sonnet. Sonnets can take a number of forms. I’ve chosen a Shakespearean Sonnet: 14 lines with the following rhyme scheme in iambic pentameter: ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, GG.  I find this form extremely difficult and find myself counting out syllables etc on my fingers. So this is my go at it. A Shakespeare I’m not! PS:  Over the years I’ve written a number of poems about Namrah. Many folks have childhood imaginary friends. I did not – but I’ve created Namrah in a number of poems, speaking in the first person, as if this beautiful mythcal bird is just that. 

25 thoughts on “Namrah, Figment of Childhood

  1. rob kistner January 5, 2019 / 1:46 pm

    Your counting and struggling added up to a beautiful sonnet. By the was, I am like you. i struggle with most poems of form because in the 50+ years I have written, I am drawn to my own approach to free verse minimalism. But this is beautiful Lillian! Also, I believe you can actually still conjure Namrah from your adult imagination! Just close you eyes, and repeat Namrah three times while holding a small pinch of fairy dust in your cupped right hand. That’s all it will take, I am certain!

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:49 am

      Ah thank you for your very kind words, Rob. Much appreciated! And yes….I think there is a bit of fairy dust out there for all of us if we just would acquiesce! 🙂

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  2. Glenn Buttkus January 5, 2019 / 2:18 pm

    I was never able to focus my childhood imagination on one magical creature, be it bird, lion or dragon. Reading Edgar Rice Burroughs and such, I dream dwelt in Narnia, Mars and Inner Earth
    I like the Shakespearian rhyme scheme too; may have to do another poem for kicks.

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:51 am

      Oh Glenn…..you can do the Shakespearian rhyme scheme just for kicks? I am sooooo jealous.
      Namrah is purely fictional in occasional poems I write. Never was in my childhood. For me, I loved my doll collection and played imaginatively with them for years. 🙂

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      • Charley January 11, 2019 / 7:04 am

        Wisely so.

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:51 am

      Glad you enjoyed, Charley. And now my confession…..I have no idea what a sestina is! But I’m sure I’ll eventually find out! Don’t spoil the surprise….all in due time.

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      • Charley January 11, 2019 / 6:59 am

        I won’t spoil it. However, you might want to start working out… in preparation for it! 🙂

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  3. Frank Hubeny January 5, 2019 / 9:17 pm

    Nice line: “My dreams are doors no more, no passage way,” And nice reference to the dawn at the end.

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:52 am

      Thanks, Frank. A struggle to write….but Namrah was finally let free 🙂

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  4. kim881 January 6, 2019 / 4:01 am

    I enjoy first-person poems, with their verisimilitude and anecdotal feel. I imagined you as a small child, flying and having adventures with Namrah. And you are so right, Lill, adulthood is taxed by daily tasks, when what we really want is to fly away in our imagination. I identify with your final couplet!

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:53 am

      Thanks for the thoughtful comment here, Kim. Yes….I think that’s why being a parent, grandparent, aunt or uncle can be so fun….we use our imagination again when we play with small children…we enter their world so to speak! 🙂

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  5. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) January 6, 2019 / 10:16 am

    I love the way you describe your childhood friend and though the end speaks about death it’s filled with hope.

    My childhood was never filled with that kind of fantasy.

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:54 am

      Mine neither, Bjorn. Although I did play a lot with my dolls — and imaginately as if they were alive. Well, they were for me! Namrah is an imaginative creature that appears occasionally in my poems…as if he is my childhood friend. I do enjoy shifting into that personna! 🙂

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:55 am

      Friendship awaiting in our next world! 🙂

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  6. msjadeli January 6, 2019 / 8:55 pm

    I feel your angst throughout until you are able to grasp a jewel of solace. beautifully done

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    • lillian January 9, 2019 / 10:55 am

      Oh these are such kind words. Thank you so much for your thoughtful reply! 🙂 Truly appreciated.

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      • msjadeli January 9, 2019 / 12:25 pm

        You are welcome.

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  7. Mish January 13, 2019 / 2:46 pm

    The words rolled off my tongue as I read this aloud. Very smooth considering how difficult it is to stick with the rhyme and rhythm of a sonnet. By the way,I think the imagination has never left you, Lillian. I have felt it often in your poetry. Your “rejuvenatement” and zest for life shines through in your work.

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    • lillian January 14, 2019 / 1:18 pm

      Ah Mish…..I am in San Diego for a bit. It is a grey rainy (but warm) day and reading your comment made me smile. Thank you so very much for your kind words. They are truly appreciated!

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  8. Mish January 14, 2019 / 11:37 pm

    The sun will prevail in San Diego. 🙂 My stepdaughter lives there. She works at The Wine Pub where she also does pasta making workshops!
    ( Pasta Bella San Diego ) Enjoy your time there.

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