Day 4 – Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from our gently odd resources, and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time. I definitely have some nightmares I haven’t been able to forget, but I’ve also witnessed very lovely things in dreams (like snow falling on a flood-lit field bordered by fir trees, as seen through a plate glass window in a very warm and inviting kitchen). Need an example of a poem rooted in dream-based imagery? Try this one by Michael Collier.
I got this weird dream, My house is filled with relatives & friends, all are busy, Like a typical South Indian traditional gathering, All the arrangements & decorations in the house is just amazing, What’s the occasion? I wonder, standing alone gazing, Some ladies with mom take me for dressing, I’m decked up like a bride, Oh my God it’s my wedding? Who’s the groom, I have never seen or met him, How does he look, how he sounds, what’s happening? I am pulled to the mantap & the pujari is chanting, Relatives, friends, brother, parent are looking at me & smiling, Who’s the guy? Where is he? I’m still wondering, Rituals taking place & suddenly they announce “I AM MARRIED”,
How could the Mangal Sutra be on my neck when the groom is still missing, I beg, if someone can please answer my query, Please tell me, How the hell am I married without the groom? It is shocking!
Day 2 – Today’s Prompt (2nd April’2020) – Our (optional) prompt for the day takes a leaf from Schuyler’s book, as it were, and asks you to write a poem about a specific place — a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three and a half blocks from the post office”), the types of trees or flowers, the color of the shirts on the people you remember there. Little details like this can really help the reader imagine not only the place, but its mood – and can take your poem to weird and wild places.
My Favourite Spiritual Place!
The Spiritual centre is 6km away from my residence,
In the city centre, on the busiest road is the entrance,
The security welcomes with a smile taking attendance,
Flowers, ferns & feathers on the path, gives a feeling of angelic presence.
Beautiful interiors, comfortable sofa, elevator, reception, it isn’t an apartment,
On the 3rd floor, wide hall with posters of Master’s Spiritual messages,
A yellow wall with Master’s picture & peacock feathers besides it,
Sunlight on white marble floor, pleasing, loving, serene location.
Smoothing, aromatic incenses, veranda with greenery and seating’s,
On the duplex hall, meditation brings a mystic experience by Master’s blessings,
My soul craved to runaway & be in solace,
And I finally found my tranquil in the hour of heartache.
When they play Om Mani Padme hum, soul awakens,
Bruises of emotional, mental & soul body are attended,
Healing of the soul happens in a deep amazing level,
One would find oneself, in the true holy spiritual essence.
It’s a place that brings back love, hope, peace & happiness,
Yoga Vidya Pranic Healing Foundation Of Karnataka,
Is my favourite spiritual location!
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!
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!
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,
Day 26: And now for our prompt (optional as always). Taking our cue from today’s craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.
I love food, since I am a foodie and the prompt was to write a poem on five senses, I just could not think of anything else but food. 😉 😛 I chose to write on this sweet dish as it holds some sweet memories too not only because it is sooooo yuummmmiiiieee. 😉 😛 . Hope you like the poem and the sweet dish. 😉
Art Of Cooking!
Cooking is an art,
To master, Its not an easy task,
It begins with eyes ends with ear.
Day 25: And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! (Mine definitely includes the statement: “Do Not Feed More Than Four Cookies Per Hour.”
Wakeup, It is a warning,
Get your determination,
Set your goals for weight reduction.
A betterment warning,
Remember, not to lose your temper,
Learn to stay calm and keep smiling,
Better, lose your sharp tongue forever.
Day 24: And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it. Need inspiration? You might look at W.H. Auden’s elegy for Yeats, which ends on a note suggesting that the great poet’s work will live on, inspiring others in years to come. Or perhaps this elegy by Mary Jo Bang, where the sadness is shot through with a sense of forgiveness on both sides.
I am not sure if I have done justice for today’s prompt but this is what I could write about “Elegy with hopefulness”.
An Elegy, But With A Hope!
How do I write an Elegy,
A hopeful one,
When my heart is edgy,
Of memories I have none.
Memories of your pamper and love,
When you were alive,
Neither side of grandparents,
Were attached with sentiments.