GloPoWriMo 18/30

Today’s poem is a “response-poem”. I’ve picked Pied Beauty, by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

What does He truly do, when he brings change?
While being swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim,
How does He decide, what is freckled and fickle?
What is original, and what is counter?
What is tackle, and what is trim?
Sometimes its useful to question, if glory really be to Him,
For sometimes dappled, mottled things,
Create social insecurities He did not intend,
But has somehow forced.



GloPoWriMo 17/30

Today’s prompt is to write about Family Anecdotes

“Home has come”,
A Kannada phrase, two words, that signified our return from every adventure,
Whether I fell asleep in the car,
Dirtied the seats with m&m’s I had been eating,
Or beat my dad at guessing what car was driving past us,
I was always the first one to say this prima facie incoherent phrase.

But “home has come” has stuck with me,
As I moved from one continent to another,
Away from one city to the next,
“Home” has never been a single place,
A feeling, quite indescribable, of comfort,
And warmth,

Of memories and joy,
And wherever I go, I know,
“Home has come”, because while I don’t personalize
I breathe, laugh and cry,
Creating little homes everywhere I go,
And that makes all the difference.

GloPoWriMo 17/30

At the start of this year I signed up for Airplane Poetry Movement’s Poetry Challenge, and I really enjoyed doing Global Poetry Writing Month last year. I’ve missed out on lots of prompts, but here’s hoping I can power through and write till the end of the month – maybe even two poems a day and do all the prompts, who knows!

Today’s prompt is Play. 

For 90 minutes, all you can think about is the end of the game,
These 5400 seconds, they make you,
They write your legacy,
They create history,
They will, at some point, bring you fame.

And while I’m desirous of being there,
In your corner, in that stadium,
Where you can see me when you dribble past your opponents, and,
Be reminded, that no matter what you do, I will, forever be proud to call you a friend,
I’m eating chips on my sofa,
Yelling at the television,
Cursing at referees.

For the next 90 minutes, I will derive entertainment,
But you,
You will derive joy.
You will find that these 90 minutes will be minutes you forever remember.
Try having fun, for while playing,
It’s perhaps the only thing that matters.