Day 30: And for our final (optional) prompt, I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. It could be an odd piece of history, an unusual bit of art trivia, or something just plain weird. While I cannot vouch for the actual accuracy of any of the facts presented at the links above (or any other facts you might use as inspiration!), I can tell you that there are definitely some poetic ideas here, just waiting for someone to use them.
I am using the below interesting fact out of the 25 interesting facts option given to us.
Willard Wigan, an English artist, works between heartbeats so he doesn’t destroy the piece he is creating. He uses rice or grains of sand and a surgical blade to create his “micro sculptures.”
Tiny art of beauty.
It’s creation is mystery,
By Willard Wigan the artist.
Who is making history,
As he works between heartbeat.
His piece is never destroyed by him,
As the sculptures are in the eye of a needle.
His work admired by many people,
A rare talent he possesses.
Birds, animals, humans, things, you name it,
And he will have it sculpted.
A work of admiration,
Creating art in grains of sand and rice.
With the help of a surgical blade,
The great piece of art is created!
The quote I choose to go with the word Zeal is- “When you are laboring for others let it be with the same zeal as if it were for yourself.”
This is something that one has to question yourself and answer it honestly to yourself. When given an opportunity to work hard for sake of others, would we work hard for others with the same zeal when we do it for yourself? Let me give you a best example for a person we all have in our life who works very hard with the same zeal if at all one has to work for self. The person we all have in our life is “Mother”. What best example in comparison to the selfless act you can give?
Day 29:And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.
OMG! I thought since it is the second last day of the month the prompts are gonna get easier just like the previous two days. However, this prompt not only came as a shock but this really did scare me. I did not think I can do today’s prompt. Seriously, my heart kept saying go with the prompt but my mind went on saying “No Preethi, just give up”. But finally I am listening to my heart and giving it a try. And the poem I chose for today’s prompt is “Child” by Sylvia Plath.
Day 28: And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Following the suggestion of our craft resource, we challenge you today to draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard. If you need some inspiration, why not check out some images of vintage postcards? I’m particularly fond of this one.
Post Card Love Letter!
My Dear Love,
Please come back my heart is tearing apart,
Your absences and silences is killing my heart,
I can no longer sing or dance,
Neither can I listen, talk nor smile.
How do I reach you, how do I find you?
When you have disappeared without saying a word!
How do I tell you, my heart yearns for your presences and love.
How can I ask you all the questions buried in my heart?
How can I tell you what I wish and hope for!
The quote I choose to go with the word Yearning is- “You have the choice to create the life your heart is YEARNING to LIVE.”
We all yearn for something other the other in our life. Your intense feeling in your heart, longing for something or someone or for some miracle to happen in life is yearning. Most of the times we do have the choice in our life to catch on our dream which we are yearning for but I guess out of fear we do not take the step forward towards what your heart is yearning for.
Day 27: And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Following Lauren Hunter’s practice of relying on tarot cards to generate ideas for poems, we challenge you to pick a card (any card) from this online guide to the tarot, and then to write a poem inspired either by the card or by the images or ideas that are associated with it.
The Magician has come thy way,
With the crossed nimbus,
Symbolising he is a holy spirit,
His right hand holds the wand of mystic,
Pointing towards the sky,
The word I choose for the letter ‘X’ is Xenomania.
I could not find any quote for this word, so decided to mention the meaning of the word Xenomania is- “xenomania (uncountable) : A strong preference/ an intense enthusiasm or fondness for anything or anyone foreign like customs, manners, or institutions; the gaining of pleasure from meeting strangers or visiting foreign countries.”
Everyone of you can surely relate to this feeling, we all have been though this intense feeling of like towards foreign cultures, dress, religions, or could be towards foreign land or people. There is always some kind of a strange attraction or a liking towards the unknown or new. Me being a South-Indian let me list out my favorite things that I like which is foreign to me.