The Myth of Me

It was several lifetimes ago
Or perhaps it was just yesterday
Time is unreal, flighty
You would be forgiven
For thinking she was floating
But the cloud was in her mind
Too many directions
Not a single destination
Still she kept walking
Seemed like in circles
But at no time she resisted
Her natural instinct to move
Though everywhere
Looked like nowhere
And at no time was there a reason
But onward and even backward
Almost blindly, hesitatingly

And then several lifetimes ago
Or was it yesterday
She drifted through a doorway
Decked with marigold garlands
And strings of pearls
As though she was expected
Even if a little late

She was never deficient in imagination
And this room offered words
That melted, rhythm that lulled
Languages that danced on her tongue
Poets and mystics smile knowingly
Music flowed from her fingertips
And instead of looking upwards
She began to look inwards
A gratefulness that
She never stopped walking

marigold and pearl

This was a photo I took of my daughter some time ago. I knew it would be used for a poem but I had no idea which one. When I saw this week’s Dungeon Prompts title Myth Making, this photo immediately came to mind. This was my journey into poetry and music. It has been 3 years :)

When Poetry Meets Myth

30 thoughts on “The Myth of Me

  1. Lovely poem. You have captured the essence of the memory. I wish I could write poetry inspired by personal photos. I’ll have to start practising soon.


    1. Hi Jessica,

      Thank you for your comment, Pleased that you enjoyed the poem. I use photos rarely, but yes it gets easier with practise. I am sure you will be able to use personal photos as inspiration for your poetry.


  2. I love this journey you have penned so beautifully…I agree with Sreejit, it could be a song to hymn or chant or shout out loud. your photo makes it even more meaningful.


  3. Yes, I loved it already, but then when you said that it represented your journey into poetry and music, that really sealed the deal, great job. Actually I feel like this poem would make a great song.


  4. Dear Sonya,

    Thank yo for sharing with us this beautifully rich, and richly beautiful, poem.

    “The Myth of Me” – We very much like this title.

    Walking, and looking inward; what great gifts!

    All good wishes,



    1. Thank you Robert. The title and the photo came to my mind soon as I saw the prompt. It has been a journey of discovering or re-discovering great minds such as Iqbal, Ghalib, Bulleh Shah, Tagore, Tansen, Nusrat just to name a few and so many from recent days. And I am happy to say it is an ongoing journey.


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