Month: April 2013

Farewell Gogyohka/ Day 30

Finally, this year’s NaPoWriMo has come to an end (so to those of you who had been looking forward to getting rid of my Twitter/Facebook lyrical spam, this is it. For now.) I had a lot of fun doing this and it definitely helped keep me sane throughout what turned out to be a very busy, demanding month. I’ve decided to end with a gogyohkaI experimented with this form for the first time in 2011 – which is a form derived from the Japanese tradition of poetry, whose only established rule is that is has to be made of five short lines. Without further ado:

~*~*~*~

Chasing promises
through the morning mist,
breathless and effervescent:
when I, too, am swept with
the clouds, will you think of me?

ancient streets of the ancient city in the mist

Purple/ Day 28

Today’s prompt was to write a ‘colour poem’; I had lots of fun doing this last year too, playing with my favourite colour, blue. This tome round, I decided to fixate on purple – I looked up synonyms, derivatives, secondary meanings. The result was rather gruesome (as one might expect, knowing me), but still a lot of fun.

Purple

Stranded in purple straits,
Complacent about your fate,
You munched mulberries in amatory
Reverence, unpreoccupied by your
Heliotrope skin screaming ice-cold,
Warning weak heart and resigned
Lungs. Your livid arteries branching
Every which way greatly confused
The fish that kept nibbling
At them, dismayed and resolute.
You pulled your violaceous eyelids
Down, to avoid taking in the bleeding
Skyline, but alas, they were too thin
And you kept seeing the sun, swollen
With your own unacknowledged pain,
Empurpled by your affected pulse.
You sighed melodramatically, daring
The waters, the plum juice,
To engulf you; you slurped it avidly,
Relishing the raw sensation of purple.

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Aeons/ Day 26

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt sounded like a lot of fun:

And now, the (optional) prompt. This one’s a bit tricky, but I’ve used it to good effect in the past — and it’s the sort of thing you can do over and over again. Back in 1977, the poet Ronald Johnson first published RADI OS, an “erasure” of Milton’s Paradise Lost. Basically, Johnson took a copy of Milton’s long poem, and systematically erased whole words and even lines, while maintaining the relative position of the remaining words. You can see a brief excerpt here.

An ‘erasure’ poem. I thought this one would be easy-breezy, but it’s actually much more difficult than it seems. It took me many tries to come up with something half decent. And I’m still not entirely happy with it. I decided to work on a poem by horror fiction God H.P. Lovecraft, Despair. Lovecraft, for as much as he came to be regarded as one of the best (if not the best) writers of horror fiction, has always been a notoriously bad poet. Though, poor soul, he did try, again and again.  So I thought I might give one of his poems a “post-modern face-lift”, so to speak. Here’s my lame attempt at it (I scanned the copy that I worked on, so as to preserve the initial format):

I guess I would title the new poem, in true Lovecraftian fashion, "Aeons"
I guess I would title the new poem, in true Lovecraftian fashion, “Aeons”

This House of Whispers/ Day 24

On this, the twenty-fourth day of NaPoWriMo, I opted for another triolet (ABaAabAB) – must be the fault of all these Gothic texts I’ve been thinking about in my not-so-spare time.

This House of Whispers

In this house of whispers born and raised
A gliding voice, I worship vastness
In this house where hollow smiles are praised
In this house of whispers born and raised
Where soundless, purple fires always blazed
I keep the books of hallowed fastness
In this house of whispers born and raised
A gliding voice, I worship vastness.

El Hotel del Salto, Colombia
El Hotel del Salto, Colombia