Day 20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory. And when they tried to hit me with their wooden rulers (half of the cross that they worshipped every day) those nuns with their ironed habits and wrinkled brows. I told them in the only language that they knew, "you're gonna go to … Continue reading Convent school
Day 19- Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing. Note: this is not really a metaphor, but I didn't think anything else could capture what I was trying to convey. Every time I do the laundry, my thoughts spin … Continue reading Laundry
Day 17- Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme. Day 18- Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme. I There once was a stupid half-wit who tried writing (it was pure shit) A poetry challenge (or a worthless allonge?) Before accepting that she was a twit. II Sometimes I wonder; my … Continue reading 17 going on 18
Day 16 - respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own. This is written in response to the poem 'Brother' by Sarah Kay. "Sister," you told me, even though you were only three and couldn't yet tie your shoelaces because they got tangled up just like your thoughts. "Sister, I … Continue reading Sister
Day 15 - post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason). Edit: Yes, this is a different poem from what I had originally posted. By Sarah Kay Brother, you jaywalked your way out of the womb. I could recognise you anywhere from the hiccup in your swagger. Tell me, where … Continue reading Brother
Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful. This is how you use prose to write poems. If you want to be a poet, randomly bre ak up your sentences (it looks cool( And. go, wild with? The punctuation!!!!! Spel everthng rong, CapITalise RANdom … Continue reading Day 14
The other day, I had an interesting conversation with Kabir Uncle. He is in his late sixties and I am in my late teens. While we sat there drinking tea, which I found too strong and he found too weak, I decided to interrupt the sound of silence with some music. I know what you’re thinking. … Continue reading The essence of songs: words or music?
Day 13- Write a short poem that a child would like. Let me tell you a secret that all the grown-ups will deny: they burp and fart and dig their noses, and when they're sad, they cry. They throw unnecessary tantrums; sometimes strangers make them shy. In short, they're just like us, you see, "Adulthood" … Continue reading Adulthood
Tell your life story in 6 words. Defining boundaries which aren't always necessary...
Write a list poem. This can't even be called a poem, but it's dedicated to Meena. ❤ Thanks for all the advice and for being my shoulder to (not) cry on. One day my roommate sat me down (she wore a rather disapproving frown). "You know," she said, "I can't keep track of all the … Continue reading Day 11