Poetry, Day Six: Screen( poetic theme: Enjambment)
I will remember Saira forever:
A quiet helpful human, and a lovely soul,
I will never meet someone like her,
looking after me,
as if I was her real sister.
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Writing : Intro to Poetry, DaySix : Screen
Poetry, Day Six : Screen
Poetic toolkit : Enjambment
My life resembles aÂ
Screen of laughter and
sadness.
I laughed,
when someone tried,
to show off,
and cried when things,
went oh,
wrong.
I asked my mother why,
don’t our lives,
stay still and stop changing,
She said,Â
God wants us to have a taste,
of sorrow,
and happiness,
Because it’s the only,
way humans will know the,
difference,
Life is an ever-changing,
screen!
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Writing:Intro to Poetry, Day Six, Screen
Poetry Day Six : Screen
Device: Enjambment
There are many scenes passing,
me by, when I look out,
my window.
The lawn care fellows,
mowing and raking, the lawn.
My neighbor’s,
tree covered, with leaves
blocking, my view.
The sky looks,
overcast, a quiet,
breeze, blowing the leaves.
The air must be
cool, I’m feeling
cold, it’s time for me,
to wear something warm.
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Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Six: Screen
Form: Enjambment
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My life is a big screen,
it holds memories of,
my loved ones, first it was,
my Dad,he had so much to
give, but he left us
early, we the younger
ones, became orphans,
without understanding
why, Mom took
over, she kept us together.
When I grew up I had no
direction, I knew not then
how, important was education.
I studied, when I felt like
it,slept, longer than necessary
despite, my sister’s constant
reminders, I did what I thought
was, right, someone up
there, must have kept
me, focused.
Or else ,how did I, successfully
fight, off the,
obstacles, on my
path!
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Writing 201: Poetry, Day one
Poetry 201, day one: Today, write a poem about/against /in homage to the screens in your life.
Today’s form: haiku
my fate’s  hazy screen
reminds me of good and bad
things I faced in life!
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Pausharini Vendor( poem) by Tagore Translation by Ranu
Vendor ,O vendor,
morning is spent buying and selling in  markets.
When it’s time to return home
who knows what came to mind
you sat under the shady tree,
all  the saved profit
remained in the basket,
where did your  thoughts take you.
This field,this red dirt,
Jackfruit (Photo credit: Rennett Stowe)
the  leaves of the jack fruit touched by the sun,
the cold breeze
the trembling  grass
what did they say in your ears!
Far away in the river water
stripes of light glistens,
what spell does it add to your meditation.
From creations first recollection
the first vibration started your blood flow
This is why the tree and  grass
know their heart
the midday of winter__
in earth’s playground
for a long time
you play in the  golden green lawn.
Sitting in the quiet field
your mind’s screen is cast off speedily.
the light and  sky together
seem dancing in the universe
you see in front of you
middle of that huge space
the sound  playing
is humming in your heart.
The speedy calls
have ended in this familiar world.
There is no news anywhere,
no hint of action__
voiceless
sun’s  scorching  heat is felt instantly
a deep sigh comes from  empty space.
Vendor,O vendor,
you forgot for a split second buying and selling.
where’s the market, the wharf,
where’s the home, the road,
the day’s noisy murmur,
brings eternal message
to everyone’s  heart
quiet  indifference and anxiety.
