Day thirty of NaPoWriMo. I’m late by two days, but 31 poems in 32 days isn’t too bad. Today’s prompt is to write about a strange piece of trivia.
There was disappointment,
Planets were now only eight,
One fell off the list.
People all around,
Greiving for beloved Pluto,
That fell off the list.
Turns out few people,
Alone know the whole story,
Of Pluto’s demise.
A big discovery,
Set off an intellectual brawl,
They couldn’t decide,
What to call their new finding,
Fondly named Xena.
It was quite similar,
To our ex-planet Pluto,
In volume and mass.
What was to be done,
Astronomers were divided,
Split down the middle.
It was time to choose,
Is Xena a new planet?
Or a dwarf planet?
They came up with rules,
On how a planet’s defined,
Pluto paid the price.
The two dwarf planets,
Too far to know about this,
Do not care at all.
Xena’s now Eris,
For all the trouble it caused.
Someplace far away.
Day twenty nine of NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge is to write a poem based on a prompt from the Plath Poetry Project. I found one where you’re supposed to write a love letter to a household appliance.
In the middle of summer, when you’re home,
After being out under the burning sun,
The shade brings relief, you’re still getting baked.
You shed your clothes and take a cold shower.
As soon as you’re dry, you feel hot again.
You switch on the fan, but power is out.
You curse everyone, but that doesn’t help.
You spend the entire day wiping your sweat.
You can’t even sleep, the mosquitoes feast.
In the dead of the night, when hope seems lost,
Just when you thought you’ll die of Malaria,
The power comes back, the fan starts turning.
Day twenty eight of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt is to write a poem in the form of a postcard that describes a place.
It’s a land of beaches and coconut palms,
And mountains too, away from the sea shore.
The summer lasts for around nine months here.
Monsoon showers bring the only respite.
The seafood here has to be experienced,
People like hot tea, despite the climate,
There’s a strange obsession with newspapers.
There’s a lot of political discussions,
Another obsession must be alcohol,
There are long lines in front of liquor stores.
There’s not much to do, it’s a sleepy place,
Sip your drink, put up your legs, take a nap.
Day twenty seven of NaPoWriMo. The prompt for today is to write about a tarot card. I chose the fool.
A supremely confident person,
Who’s got everything figured out,
Knows where to be in the future,
Doesn’t quite know how to get there.
That doesn’t dull the confidence though.
Living on loans and credit cards,
Convinced about the prosperity.
Feels smart buying things on discount.
Is quite proud about achievements,
Participation certificates too.
Nothing can dampen my spirit,
I smile at criticisms too.
Day twenty six of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt is to write a poem that describes something using all the five senses.
I look up from my phone,
I hear a gentle thud,
It’s a sight for sore eyes.
The contents of the plate.
Handful of chips, coleslaw,
A beautiful burger.
It had my attention,
All noises faded out,
The world ceased to exist.
I nibbled on a few chips,
And tried some coleslaw too.
I picked up the burger,
While holding it firmly,
I felt its warm juices,
Flowing down my fingers.
I took a bite of it,
Chrewing on all layers,
The bite unlocked fragrance,
The flavors got my tomgue.
Till the time t’was over,
It had my whole attention.
Day twenty five of NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge is to write a poem that’s a warning message about yourself. The warning is strikingly similar to the example that was provided.
When I’m eating with friends,
Food disappears too soon,
One day a plate of fries,
Was barely even touched,
A friend who had gone out,
For around half an hour,
Could not believe his eyes.
They tried to figure out,
How this ever happened,
They finally concluded,
They had found the reason.
The plate was at a place,
That was out of my reach.
All the plates around me,
Had been empty for long.
I’m a black hole for food,
That gets within my reach.