Any thought that passes through you is good enough,as long as you can express it in one sentence.The sentence can be two words or as long as you can stretch it. It’s perfectly okay if it looks like a paragraph or stanza.
Midnight, unable to sleep, my mind is flooded with ideas for writing the perfect blog post, ideas that seem unique and perfect at that time of the night as I open my eyes and hastily write a note on my phone lest that I don’t remember my ideal idea in the morning but…… when I get up in the morning after a few hours of sleep, and eagerly look up my note what do I find there? I can’t remember what was it all about!!!!!
This week Reena challenged us to write a prose poem based on this line;
“An excerpts from the book “Extinctions” by Sharmishtha Mohanty. Her new book is positioned as “a book of poetry in prose.”
It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.
The desire was always there but hidden in the folds of unseen barriers. It was hidden yet near to the core of my heart, but always suppressed. Suppressed yet hoping against hope to get a chance to break through the rigid barriers that kept it imprisoned.
I was firm to lock this longing inside my soul for I was always afraid to let it out. Always afraid to let it be seen or associated with me. For I don’t want to be deemed weak or greedy. I don’t want to be seen as a prisoner of my wants.
But for how long could I hold it back?
It broke free ultimately, and to my shame, it announced itself to the world.
I want to be loved, just like anyone else. I want to be acknowledged like anyone else. And I want to be appreciated like anyone else.
Now the desire has the center stage, and I? I hide in the shadows and am contrite to be seen to be just a needy heart!
I wasn’t sure if this was what the challenge required. But it’s my first attempt at poetic prose/ prose poetry!
Flying high in the sky Their intent deadly Raining death on people From high in the sky They spread mayhem On orders from above Their feeling or conscience Not involved in their actions Do they ever think about The consequences of their actions?
The only ghost that scares is a past version of you.
No one said that loving was easy No one ever said life and living were easy The journey is convoluted It’s riddled with traps A one-way ticket that has no returns So what scares me is to relieve the past To face the challenges I have already conquered To relive the trials and tribulations of yesterday And worst of all to face the past version of you You… Who has evolved with me You who have changed and mellowed You, now a person I’m proud of now I dare to go into a future yet unknown Than to return a past that I have already traveled