flowers thatwe both picked;sent to mewarped and stained,
stay unwrapped,
precisely like letters-as from me to you
time has made you
a stranger. maybe I pretend that so as toprevent myself froma predicament, which
is embarrassingly embracing me even
when I am trying hard
to escape it by ignoring
monster of my expectationsis so loaded that it can pluckmy crisp thoughts from airilluminated fear susurrates with a flourish, swishingaround sassily, crunchy smell of it stops me on my track. with a resilience born out of vacuum, I crackle the air with my words, which zoom about making no sense to you who is luminously insensitive to me"susurrating fear illuminates airwhere my expectations sparkle"
tenderness of your touchtickles me to insanityblush spreads evenlyto each of my poresI quiver deliciouslyin the aftermath.whispering windspirals singularlynear my ears, sayingwhat I can only listen towith the help of my skinsenstized to yours, like silk
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Do you do writing exercises or warm ups? Do you think they could be valuable? Have you found warm up exercises helpful in some other area of your life, e.g. art, music, athletics? All of us have those moments when we can't write, for one reason or the other. We need some sort of inspiration to continue with our creativity, be it writing, music or anything else. When there is a block of any kind, writing exercises do help. Those make us think and the creative juices do start flowing. At least they do for me. What I post here on my blog is miniscule of what I really write. I do most of the prompts as this way I can interact with others writers and that is one good way of getting inspired. Reading and interacting with other writers also help in the formation of new thoughts.I have not gone in for warm ups, except perhaps in physical exercises. I have not given it much thought before this. I suppose that too is a good way of making the mind work towards whatever goal we wish for it to achieve.
How do you feel about it? Do you need to be inspired?
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Don't forget to join in the Monday Poetry Train. Just click on the icon to reach there:
ink bled from that pen smudging the paperskillfully hiding wordswhich he had writtenwith much trepiditionfor you and only youoh well, he feels better for itnow that you can't readall that he wrote for youthose words which splithim apart; now hiddencan mend him somehowalthough he is not awareof it. he is trying to rewriteit unsuccessfully on a blankpage soaked with his tearsagain smugding the paper "paradoxically in a different way"
Are you having a hard time staying the course toward fulfilling your writing dreams? What are you doing about it?
Despite being a teacher, that too a mathematics teacher, I am kind of disorganised. However, writing is the only thing I stick to regularly. Yes, there are days I can't write but those times are not very frequent. All of my writings is for my own pleasure. I have thought of publishing but never got around it. To speak truthfully, I am not a champion of my own writing. I don't set up a goal and write. I do it as and when I wish it. But nowadays I take short breaks during work and pen own something. It refreshes me. Being on the net too helps me get to know many good writers and we form networks, helping each other out by the way of encouragement. Writing exercises and prompts do make the creative juices flow, which in turn help us in forming bonds of blogging brotherhood/sisterhood between people from diverse cultures and countries.
Lately I have observed a shift in my own writings. I am venturing out of my poetry to write more of of prose. I have submitted a story in a story writing competition conducted by our education department. I have put my best there. Let us see how I fare. Writing has brought about subtle changes into my life or should I say my perception? I have become more observant and I try to think out of box. I let my mind wander and take root wherever it wishes to. That helps in my creativity.
As they say, I am thriving in it! That is better than any dream! How/what about you?
gravity gravitates me tamely towardssomething unexplainednameless nuancesinfuses into the whole of me
I feel new and rejuvenated
shattered dreams should have pulled me downbut hope has kept me afloat
"is it a way of preparing
the mind for a delayed reaction?"
Instead of poetry, I am posting this review of Ariel by Sylvia Plath for Monday Poetry Train Revisited. As she is one of my favourite poets, I thought this is one way of paying tribute to her.
Title: Ariel Author: Sylvia PlathISBN: 9780060931728Publisher: HarperPerennial Modern ClassicsPages: 105Genre: PoetryRating: 5/5Plath's poetry borders on the dark. But it is very real. How does one review it, other than saying I liked it and will read it again and again. Plath has taken poetry to new heights. These impassioned pieces touch our soul to the core. They speak of turbulent emotions with a brilliancy bordering on the raw side of life. Starknes of her poems enhances the austerity beautifully. The imaginary word comes alive out of her poetry. Her poetry is so deeply personal yet I connected with it. Her female essence marvellously comes out of the depth of her imagination. All aspects of a woman..charming, witty, acerbic, playful, girlish, sour, fanciful and much more can be found here. She does get a bit repetitive at times but which great poet doesn't. Each and every poem in this collection is work of greatness. To be read, savoured and read again. A must read for poetry lovers and all those who ought to read poetry.
Rhian used to run a train each Monday. Although it was named poetry train, any creative post was encouraged. She seems to be in a hiatus and we all miss the train. So I thought I will run it until she gets back. I have got a new site running for it and have named it Monday Poetry Train Revisited.
Tiel Aisha Ansari has created the following button for it.All those who missed poetry train and all those who did not know a thing about it, are welcome to post at Monday Poetry Train Revisited on Mondays and thereafter. Mind you, it does not have a prompt as such. It only concerns writing...poetry, prose poetry or anything creative. Write about anything that takes your fancy and post your link there. And don't forget to visit others, but be polite about it. Don't play the critique unless specifically asked for it. Come on, lets rebuild and run our poetry train again. We never can have excess of poetry or any kind of creative writing, for that matter.
slowly you raise both your hands to my head gently pulling at the pinsyour fingers rub into my scalpraven black silken tresses spill over hiding both of us from the worldyou untangle from it, entanglingme tightly with my own hairwrapping it around me like your loveI can't move yet I move closer to youto hide myself from you, in youif my hair could gossip, believe me it would have so much to convey"I know, you know, my disguise is you"
