Today's poetry prompt has to do with homophonic translations, but since I've already played with that in my writing rookie past thanks to my quirky and lovely tutors *nods in the general direction of Peter Blegvad's awesomeness*, I've decided to do something else. Something I've never written before, a sapphic poem. It's not great, but …
Some Memories
A brilliant prompt for NaPoWriMo today: Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem of the five senses. Pick an experience that is very sensory, and of which you have a strong sense memory — like hearing a train whistle, jumping into a rain puddle, catching that first whiff of lilac on a spring day, …
A Not-So-Well-Rounded Roundel
Well now, here we are on day ten of the NaPoWriMo challenge. Today, I decided to challenge myself to write a roundel, which turned out to be a much more difficult task than I would've thought. Coming up with precisely eleven lines of poetry written in that form took me more than an hour. And …
The In-Tension of Spring
Lo and behold, the last of the first week of NaPoWriMo is upon us! Today's prompt was, and I'm sure you will agree with me, absolutely brilliant: Go outside. That’s about it. Take a walk, on this lovely Sunday. Or a drive. (Or if it’s not lovely where you are at all, maybe just remember …
The Many Shades of Blue
Today's prompt was to write a colour-tinged poem. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, I chose blue. Blue is my favourite colour, and also the colour which I find most expressive and most inspiring. So, without further ado, here is my poem for day seven of NaPoWriMo: Blue Where one world stops and another begins The sky is tied in blue …
On Stuff that Breaks
The fifth poem for NaPoWriMo is dedicated to the thousand and one things that have been going wrong in my life. Broken Things Nothing to be done - Some things, when they break, Can't be glued back together. They shatter into an infinity Of dust particles, winds carry Them away, they get stuck In the …
Dead (?) Bodies
[D]ead bodies can talk if you know how to listen to them, and they want to talk, and they want us to sit down beside them and hear their sad stories. [...] They don't want to be voiceless; they don't want to be pushed aside, obliterated. ~ Margaret Atwood, Negotiating with the Dead This is …
Poetry Goes Well With Friday, 13th
Just another thing that I wrote in-between having self-doubts and doing so-called "real work". For me, poetry remains a way of getting rid of all worries. Someone very dear to me said that this particular poem was "very ugly". In fact, that is so true that I'd love to use it as a sort of …
You know, those things that haunt you when you go to bed…
A place that I can seldom shake off my mind... A road that leads to nowhere... A moon that only shyly peeks out from the clouds... A place of farewells... And tonight's huge and very pagan moon... Another year has gone by. I salute you all.
Of Ghosts, Dandies and Little Sailors…
So. I promised some comments on the recently posted photo-postcards. I've chosen to have a closer look at some that particularly picked my curiosity. The first would be the photograph showing the phantomatic silhouette of a woman, pasted onto a black carton "frame" with a postcard-style verso: The look of it - the silhouette fading …
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