============================ Rough sea, slashing waves sailing through with broken oars I’ll sink or survive? ============================ Advertisements
Silvery cloud curtains hanging low, Backlit by a peach-orangey glow, chirping out a melody, many a bird making a fine new medley. Puppets at the ready, there the stage lay Set anew for the day’s play.
Day 5’s prompt was Fog, Elegy, Metaphor. Right, that’s not difficult at all. I know I’m super late but if I procrastinate anymore, I’d fall back a 100 days. So I wrote up the first thing that came to my mind and here it is. The first arms to embrace me in this world were yours You cradled me, sang to me and loved me… Continue reading Dampener of a morning
I did it! I wrote an acrostic, can you believe it? I can’t. It may not make a lot of sense, but I enjoyed breaking my head, trying to string the words together. Tread lightly you must, Remember the shards of trust you forgot to dust, Unravelling you showed me your true hue, Suspicions I long subdued,… Continue reading Trust – Acrostic
Here I am, on Day 3 of this wonderfully stimulating course. Today’s prompt is Trust and form is Acrostic. AND internal rhyme? wow. That was not in the least bit easy for me. Whenever I got the acrostic right, the rhyme gave me the slip and vice versa. *dramatic sigh*. so, after three failed attempts I… Continue reading Trust the Doctor
Limericks are a very fascinating form of poetry, in my opinion. The rhymes and the alliterations used truly render a light-hearted, fun element to a poem. There’s a whole episode called “Limerick” in the BBC Radio sitcom Cabin Pressure, and I’d say my interest in limericks was piqued primarily because of it. (I highly recommend Cabin Pressure, btw.… Continue reading Journey
Having pushed aside many blank documents, discarded drafts and a whole bundle of laziness, now I’m back. I came across this interesting course for poetry writing here and thought “hey, why not!” Now, rhyming words, alliterations, metaphors etc etc, do endlessly fascinate me and I love them. but that doesn’t make me a poet. The… Continue reading Water