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Wtiting: Intro to Poetry, Day Three: Friend

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Poetry, Day Three : Friend

Poetic device : Acrostic

In Memory of My Dearest Friend!

Fondly called Mini by her devoted parents

Always talkative she got her own way

Zeal she used to read news that is current

I felt meeting her was the best thing that day

Late one day she asked me about mail

All of a sudden, I asked, ‘is it a secret?’

This question worried her she began to wail

Unknowingly she kicked the bucket

No problem  pal ‘let’s think  of something’

Nancy might solve your problem

I know she can help which is comforting

She came to us and applied her wisdom

Alas our friendship was solid and Nancy  outstanding!

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Every Day Inspiration, Day Three: One-Word Inspiration

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Day Three:  One-Word Inspiration

When the world says, “Give Up,” 

Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”_ Author Unknown

Today I choose hope out of the six prompts I’m given

Each time I want something I think of belief,

Next question is faith the only way to  realize my dream?

The reply is no it’s not a good enough reason.

I was twelve, I lost my father, I left my most

beloved city because Mom wanted to go back 

to her roots where she grew up with her family.

within six months we landed in Grandpa’s 

house, this is where I spent nearly a year

Mom was happy, we the siblings explored

Grandpa’s village and were happy.

There was no school to go to, 

no fear of the nun for spending our 

days idly, in the middle of all this,

my mind was pre-occupied with 

the longing of studying in England,

perhaps it was a lofty dream,

given the fact I was in grade eight

when my father died, I didn’t even 

complete High School, how dare I have 

this ridiculous ambition, 

around that time my little 

sibling won a lot of money in 

‘get a word,’ competition, he offered to

pay for my trip, I instantly refused,

my wish is to win a scholarship,

which I knew was possible if I continue

my studies and reach a point where I 

can apply for a scholarship!

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Commenting Basics: Day Three: Ask Some Questions

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Day Three: Ask some questions

I read the poems of the lonely author and asked the following questions: After reading your two poems, 1. Falling and 2. We Breathe the Same Air. I get the impression you like writing poetry more than prose. Am I right, or do you have some other reason? I’d like to know your answer please, thank you. 🙂

The link is http://thelonelyauthorblog.wordpress.com/2016/05/10/falling/

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Writing 101, Day 3 : Sleep

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Today’s Prompt: Sleep

Sleep and memory go hand in hand,

One without the other cannot be grand.

Our body and mind both need rest,

It’s important  for an impending test.

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As long as I sleep without distraction,

My memory is intact,without subtraction.

But there are nights I’m deprived of it,

When nature reminds me about that  gossip.

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I toss and  turn and take  few deep breaths,

Hoping to forget about the innocent deaths.

I continue to struggle to go back to sleep,

The sound of the alarm makes me weep.

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Writing 101, Day Three: One Word Inspiration

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Hope

Regret

Home

Choice

Abundance

Secret

Select one word in this list that speaks to you in some way. Have you always wanted to write about that one decision that changed your life? Are you a long term traveler looking for the right city to settle?

While tidying up my drawers, I was thinking about the Six prompts given to us today. We are supposed to choose one out of these six prompts.

Before going to bed last night,none of them were speaking to me. I was a bit disappointed thinking I may not be able to do this assignment.

When I finally went to bed, I made sure; I will not think of them; I knew if I did I’ll be up all night.

This morning after breakfast, I felt like fixing the clothes in my drawers; believe it or not the word ‘Abundance’ spoke to me, “Why don’t you write about me?”

“You”? I replied,”What can I write about you?”

Immediately, I went back to my childhood; One day I was washing my dress; I  felt very sad thinking,”why do I have to wash this dress after school daily; so I can wear it next day.”

The thought made me cry, my Dad always paid attention about me; what was I doing;why was I crying?He said out loud, “why is Ranu crying ,what’s wrong?”

My big sister yelled out, “nothing’s wrong Dad, she always cries without any reason!”

Dad said, “I don’t believe it, there must be something.”

He called me and asked, “Ma Ranu why are you crying?”

I said, “Dad, I only have one dress for school, I have to wash it everyday!”

My Dad was shocked,he called my mother,he asked, “Did you know Ranu has only one dress for school?”

Before my mom could reply, he said, “I want you to buy some material for her, give it to the tailor to get a dress stitched for her immediately!”

My mom bought the fabric to get a dress made for me.

The memory of that dress and my unhappiness came flooding in my mind. That day I never knew what is ,”Abundance,” perhaps my mind told me, ‘you should be happy with less.’

Today I look around in my room and tell myself, “this is Abundance.” I see clothes everywhere, I have a hard time finding space to put them away.

The fact that I cried for lack of clothes, must have reached heaven; God must have written in His favorite book; “I will never let her cry for lack of clothes,I will give her more than enough.”

I remember one of our dearest friend commented once, “Chaman you have so many saris; you will have to live a hundred years to wear them all!”

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day three— Skin, prose poetry, internal rhyme

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For today’s poem , choose whatever meaning of “skin” speaks to you most.

Today’s theme: Skin

Form: Prose Poetry

Device:  internal rhyme

I think of my skin as a  cover that holds my skeleton in place. For this reason I must give the look of wisdom, even though I cannot fathom.

One day I was told my skin is pale,my husband took me to the doctor, who advised, she is anemic she must  eat liver or go for operation. ‘Operation I exclaimed is this your suggestion?’

‘ It’s the only option,’  he said.

I made a fuss, ‘he said we will discuss when you listen to us.’

I opted to eat liver to live forever. This is my story of affliction which I now treat with caution!

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