Nest Of Memories- An Ode To My Ancestral Abode Poem by Dahlia (unblossomedyet)
Nest Of Memories- An Ode To My Ancestral Abode
Seeing through the bio-scope of time, a house did stand,
A testament to a bygone land.
A hundred years of history, where generations thrived
Tale love and unity that truly survived.
Within its walls, stories did unfold,
Of births and marriages, cherished and bold.
A joint family's unity, strong and true,
In that ancestral house, memories grew.
A giant mango tree in the backyard's embrace,
Withstood cyclones, a symbol of nature's grace.
Its sweet fruits, a gift to us each summer,
A taste of joy that nothing could encumber.
Beneath the surreal breeze, a swimming pool serene,
Opposite our home, a grandeur unforeseen.
A witness to the dreams our forefathers held,
In their hearts, a vision of beauty compelled.
Venetian blinds, resilient through changing skies,
They whispered tales of the past, where time flies.
Antique construction, a rarity to find,
A marvel of design, forever entwined.
Intricate patterns adorned the ceiling high,
A testament to creativity that reached the sky.
Marble cut teak wood tables, memories of youth,
Witnesses to growing up, glimpses of truth.
An English black oscillating clock stood tall,
It's ding-dong bell echoed, embracing all.
Every hour it chimed, a melody sincere,
It's echoes still ringing, forever held dear.
The vast terrace, a portal to the night's embrace,
Where twinkling stars painted the sky's face.
Now a forgone memory, lost in the flow,
A cherished place where dreams used to grow.
Yet, alas, the house now stands in ruin's grip,
A dilapidated shell, a sorrowful slip.
Modern towers rise, rooms perhaps like a pigeon hole,
Replacing the charm that the past behold.
But in my mind's eye, I close my sight,
And see myself, a child of pure delight.
Playing with my sister and friends, carefree,
Hanging from windows, playing crocodile in the sea.
Life was simple then, filled with innocent frolic & fun,
In that ancestral house, under the golden sun.
Though it stands no more, except in memory's keep,
I'll cherish its essence, forever mine to reap.
In your PH bio I liked 'writing will...... add wings to my musings'. Yes, it's nice to spread ones [oops! 'one's'] writing wings once in a while, Dahlia. ;)
stanza 3: I'm thinking that the 'symbol of nature's grace.' refers to the tree's withstanding of cyclone(s) , NOT TO the existence of one or more cyclones! !
At times, though I'm a big fan of 'good rhyming', I feel you may not have chosen some rhyming words so well, and the meaning of the poem MAY HAVE suffered. In such cases I may use a nonrhyming word.
stanza 6: 'Marble cut teak wood tables'? Perhaps you meant 'Marble and teak wood' or 'Marble and cut teak...'? It sounds as though you may have come from a wealthy Latin American plantation family's home.
What a beautiful captivation of the cherishing of memories of times past.
Very well written poem. It truly brings out the perfect sketch of an ancestral house and some wonderful memories attached to it. Full ******
stanza 11: Another favorite for me. ;) I can't decide. Hmmm? 4 stars or 5? ? ? 5 or 4? ? ? Well I'll perhaps err by giving 5 or err by giving only 4. Hell,5 it will be. ;) *****
Some favorite lines: 'Playing with my sister and friends, carefree, Hanging from windows, playing crocodile in the sea.' These also point me to Latin America, with CROCODILES! !
CAN a child BE one 'of pure delight'? Well, I guess I, Bri, was, while my younger brother was a child 'of pure terror'. ;))) But maybe you meant to type 'a child with pure delight'? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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stanza 1: I do not understand your use of 'land' or of 'tale'. Hm? stanza 2, line 2: 'bold'? I suggest 'retold'. I like 'A joint family's unity, strong and true, In that ancestral house, memories grew.'. ;) Welcome, 'New Poet', to PH.