Eight days after NaPoWriMo. I’m stil not seeing any reduction in my withdrawal symptoms. There is an emptiness. Something missing from my to do list. No more prompts to inspire me to play with words. The first day was the hardest. I could not resist the urge to write down four lines.
I feel so empty on first of May,
NaPoWriMo ended yesterday.
So here I am writing this instead,
Of thanking the one they call reenhead.
I don’t think I would be writing many poems till next April. So this is where I would like to thank the handful of readers I’ve had so far. I would keep updating my primary blog though.
Final day of NaPoWriMo and the final challenge. To turn a poem upside down. or to replace the words with their opposites. Not my kind of writing. Anyway I thought I’ll try Keats this time.
Nothing of ugliness is sorrow short-lived,
Ugliness going down very soon.
It won’t change into something,will neither remain,
A street loud for others and insomnia.
Empty of sour reality, illness and heavy panting,
is not why alternate yesterdays they are free.
Gloomy wings release them to the sky,
Noble optimism of human abundance.
Foul acquired tastes of pleasant nights,
None of the healthy and under brightened dead ends.
Destroyed for their wandering so obviously,
No sense of ugliness stays with the coffin.
The poem would not make any sense to you. so I suggest you take a look at the original.
Day 29, penultimate challenge of NaPoWriMo. To write a poem using words from a foreign language. After failing miserably on multiple occasions to learn it. I had picked up a few Spanish words. I also used an online translator for a few extra words. Also added a bit of French into the mix.
To learn Spanish has been a long-term goal,
I’ve not got far, me encanta Español.
Uno to Diez, I know to count,
But that’s not knowledge enough to flaunt.
Spanish canciones I started to hear,
The dream to speak Spanish was nowhere near.
‘Du vent dans mes mollets’ I saw,
Now I want to learn Français also.
Romance languages have a nice flow,
Even though what it means, I don’t know.
They are very melodioso,
En Español I wish I could write ever so.
Day 28 of the NaPoWriMo challenge. A mere two days left. Todays challenge to write about a color. I chose to write about black or the lack of color.
As darkness slowly falls all around me,
Street lights beaming as bright as they can be.
In the distance all the colors fade,
As lack of color extends its shade.
The color that represents mourning,
Dominates the world till it’s morning.
Constitutes shadows in the day,
Keeping the harsh sunlight at bay.
Being the canvas for starry nights,
Darkness is more mysterious than lights.
All of the known colors it may lack,
But much of the entire space is black.
Day 26 of NaPoWriMo. coming to terms with this new way of writing, which is nt writing at all. ‘Erasure’ is today’s challenge. To remove words or lines from poems to make different poems out of them. Quite a challenge but I will miss dreaming up the stuff. I thought I should try some Frost for this exercise. The Mountain by Robert Frost as reimagined by me. Since I made a complete mess out of it the hacked up lines symbolically represent the way I hacked up this poem.
The mountain held the town as in a shadow.
I saw so much before
I slept there once:
that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wall
Behind which I was sheltered from a wind.
And yet between the town and it I found,
When I walked
forth at dawn to see new things,
Were fields, a river, and beyond, more fields.
The river at the time was fallen away,
And made a widespread brawl on cobble-stones;
But the signs showed what it had done in spring;
Good grass-land gullied out, and in the grass
Ridges of sand, and driftwood stripped of bark.
I crossed the river and swung round the mountain.
And there I met a man who moved so slow
With white-faced oxen in a heavy cart,
It seemed no harm to stop him altogether.
town is this?’ I asked.
Then I was wrong : the town of my sojourn,
Beyond the bridge,
was not that of the mountain,
But only felt at night its shadowy presence.
‘Where is your village? Very far from here?’
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Day 25 of NaPoWriMo. Five days to go. Today’s challenge? To write a ballad. After thinking about various stories mostly mine or of people I know, I decided it was better to write something fictional.
Once there was a special lady,
She disliked her peers.
Their intentions were so shady,
They loved seeing her tears.
The day she left her tribe, for good,
Thunderclouds packed the sky.
Wandering for water and food,
Opportunities came by.
She confronted him with anger,
When followed by a guy,
He was also plagued with hunger,
He did not mean to pry.
They lived together many years,
Blessed with two girls they were.
No longer did she shed her tears,
Having found love and care.