Becalmed - 02-01

Deeply melocholy - A look at a hidden inner secret.

Becalmed

I recall the first whisper of the word, its syllables dripping like
         Rain on a cracked windowpane.

I sift through memories of lost evenings, letting the mood
          Settle into a lowkey hum.

I Sketch a skeletal outline, ten numbered slots that will become
          The poem's fragile spine.

I chose a single visual, a wilted violet, to anchor the recurring
          image.

I write the opening line, letting it breathe
          The scent of regret.

I let each subsequent line echo the previous,
          A loop of sorrow that never quite resolves.

I weave the word "BECALMED" into each line, as if it were a
          Mantra muttered in a dark hallway.

          I trim excess words, sharpening the melancholy
Until it feels like a blade.

          I read the draft aloud, hearing the quiet gasp of a solitary audience
                   Myself.

Line count: 18
Free verse
For The Daily Poem: 02-01
Prompt: Becalmed.