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Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Poem: Persona



can you put yourself into a time table?
define the moments your personality gained
or lost a quality?
embellished with different adjectives
you look yourself in the mirror
and the more you pick them to describe yourself
the more you're proud of yourself
yet others would disagree
they would find something different in you
based on your actions
in every line you can find a lie
you can tuck it in any way you like
when you write a self-portrait
when it gazes at you from the paper
it either seems unreal or something out of the past
a person you've grown out of
and if your past seems bitter
maybe it's because you focused on the wrong things
wrong opinions
some people we carry with us
all our lives
in our minds and hearts
do these relations influence how you express yourself?
and because they seem so close we think we know
them completely
yet these are things hard to define
and there are some things that are only ours
and nobody needs to know about them


Poetry: 3 prompts

Last evening was productive poetry-prompt-wise. Also sharing three drawings I made this week.



#4: Write a poem about your shadow

it's like a part of me
yet where is it stitched to me
I haven't figured out
it follows like it knows where I'm going
like it's spying my steps
it bends and it breaks
sometimes it's dark black
sometimes it tries on a greyscale
and sometimes I swear
it's nowhere to be found
and it gets easier to move around
and I wonder how much of me does it know?
does it talk to other shadows?
are they onto us?
                and surely someday we too will part
                where will my shadow go
                                               I don't know




#5: Write a poem using all of the following words: smooth, soothe, work, dark

what reason have you found
to contact me ten years later
once you were a real smooth-talker
now you have nothing to say
no apologies uttered
maybe you saw my picture
and an opportunity to boast
about your child and work
to soothe things over
that you were right
but your name was in the dark corner of my mind
somewhere, where I had forgotten
you ever had a part of me


#8: Write a poem using: snake, honey, thaw

cricket on my shoulder
chirping away its spring song
the air smells so sweet
of honey in the making
meadows turn into yellow
and they glow in the evening light
a snake is showing the way
into a hiding place
and I feel as if my mind finally thawed
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In other news, this is the cover of my second poetry book, which will be coming soon, if not in May, then in June. :)

Poem: Muse



so many books
                the master has read
yet he leaves me here
                in front of this blinking screen
while he's still searching
                for inspiration
                               that muse
which would kick-start
                his career
but he never asked me
                never wanted to hear my ideas
the adventures I find
                when he's not around
so on this comfortable sofa I wait
                until he finds
                the muse in me

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For the Mag#217.