i grew up in a volcano.
visitors marvel at the vegetation above me
- lush forests growing from fertile soil
failing to hear plates crashing
into each other.
deep within the dark earth,
high pressured liquid fires and deathly fumes
are ever on the verge of erupting
and i'm tired.
2019-02-13, 4.50pm
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125: NaPoWriMo Day 3: early departed
lids flutter open, close, half-open, squint; light glaring between the curtains, visually reminding it's rise and shine o'clock.
plop facedown into pillow to find workpants underneath, somehow slept on. moanday? great.
roll over to one side; moments pass and eyes eventually adjust to less-dimming room.
wait a minute.
turn to windowside to see it's quite bright out. but the alarms haven't gone off yet so maybe it's not that lat--"SHIT phone is dead, shitshitshit!"
iron crumpled pants,
grab hung top, sniff matching scarves
towel, on! mask? check! gooo
#pckl #day3 #napowrimo #npwm
1.57pm
via Poetry Cafe KL
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Basically, haibun is the combination of two poems: a prose poem and haiku. For example:
In the shadow of the Nevado del Ruiz, rice farmers woke as if on any other morning. Their daily pleasures and worries were the same as always. Even the smoke and eruptions that afternoon were familiar—though masked by a thunderstorm—no one aware of the approaching lahars.
not the sound
but drops of rain
scatter ants
- 1985, by Robert Lee Brewer
We sometimes take routine things for granted. Your prompt for today is to write in haibun form, the short journey from your bed to the bathroom door. Note what you can see, hear, feel, touch, and smell and surprise us!
For a further guide on how to write haibun, here's a free PDF: http://www.hsa-haiku.org/EducationalResources/Guidelines-for-Writing-Haibun.pdf
Don't forget to tag your poems with #pckl #day3 #napowrimo #npwm after/before writing using this prompt!
plop facedown into pillow to find workpants underneath, somehow slept on. moanday? great.
roll over to one side; moments pass and eyes eventually adjust to less-dimming room.
wait a minute.
turn to windowside to see it's quite bright out. but the alarms haven't gone off yet so maybe it's not that lat--"SHIT phone is dead, shitshitshit!"
iron crumpled pants,
grab hung top, sniff matching scarves
towel, on! mask? check! gooo
#pckl #day3 #napowrimo #npwm
1.57pm
via Poetry Cafe KL
----
Prompt:
Almost everyone knows what's a haiku, but can you write in haibun form?Basically, haibun is the combination of two poems: a prose poem and haiku. For example:
In the shadow of the Nevado del Ruiz, rice farmers woke as if on any other morning. Their daily pleasures and worries were the same as always. Even the smoke and eruptions that afternoon were familiar—though masked by a thunderstorm—no one aware of the approaching lahars.
not the sound
but drops of rain
scatter ants
- 1985, by Robert Lee Brewer
We sometimes take routine things for granted. Your prompt for today is to write in haibun form, the short journey from your bed to the bathroom door. Note what you can see, hear, feel, touch, and smell and surprise us!
For a further guide on how to write haibun, here's a free PDF: http://www.hsa-haiku.org/EducationalResources/Guidelines-for-Writing-Haibun.pdf
Don't forget to tag your poems with #pckl #day3 #napowrimo #npwm after/before writing using this prompt!
💜💜💜122: In a house with lacey white curtains
In our house with lacey white curtains
and a living room with flowers
- fresh, frail, framed, or fake -
laces and florals were expected
to be displayed at all times
in appearance, and in character.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
girls are to play with fashionistas, not action figures;
as if skirts and shields are mutually exclusive,
as if Barbies and Batmans aren't just dolls
with different styles and accessories.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my ability to walk face forward in heels
with a dictionary on my head is more important than facing a heel
head on in a combat.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my womb is reason enough to carry a life
but not to determine my own.
In my house with lacey white curtains,
I am not made of lace and flowers.
And my womb is my internal tomb.
2021-03-26 8.11pm
and a living room with flowers
- fresh, frail, framed, or fake -
laces and florals were expected
to be displayed at all times
in appearance, and in character.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
girls are to play with fashionistas, not action figures;
as if skirts and shields are mutually exclusive,
as if Barbies and Batmans aren't just dolls
with different styles and accessories.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my ability to walk face forward in heels
with a dictionary on my head is more important than facing a heel
head on in a combat.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my womb is reason enough to carry a life
but not to determine my own.
In my house with lacey white curtains,
I am not made of lace and flowers.
And my womb is my internal tomb.
2021-03-26 8.11pm
In our house with lacey white curtains
and a living room with flowers
- fresh, frail, framed, or fake -
laces and florals were expected
to be displayed at all times
in appearance, and in character.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
girls are to play with Barbies, not Batman;
as if skirts and shields are mutually exclusive,
as if Barbies and Batmans aren't just dolls
with different styles and accessories.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my ability to walk face forward in heels
with a dictionary on my headis more important than facing a heel
head on in a combat.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my womb is reason enough to carry a life
but not to determine my own.
In my house with lacey white curtains,
I am not made of lace and flowers.
And my womb is my internal tomb.
2017-09-16 7.11pm
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In a house with lacey white curtains
and a living room with flowers
- fresh, frail, framed, or fake -
laces and flowers were expected
to be displayed at all times
in appearance, and in character.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
girls are to play with Barbie, not Batman;
as if skirts and shields are mutually exclusive,
as if Barbies and Batmans aren't just dolls
with different styles and accessories.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
my ability to walk face forward in heels
with a dictionary on my head
is more important than facing a heel
head on in a combat.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
my womb is reason enough to carry a life
but not to determine my own.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
I am not made of laces and flowers.
And my womb is my internal tomb.
2017-04-01, 12.18pm
(during Baraka Blue workshop at Rumah Khizanat)
and a living room with flowers
- fresh, frail, framed, or fake -
laces and florals were expected
to be displayed at all times
in appearance, and in character.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
girls are to play with Barbies, not Batman;
as if skirts and shields are mutually exclusive,
as if Barbies and Batmans aren't just dolls
with different styles and accessories.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my ability to walk face forward in heels
with a dictionary on my headis more important than facing a heel
head on in a combat.
In our house with lacey white curtains,
my womb is reason enough to carry a life
but not to determine my own.
In my house with lacey white curtains,
I am not made of lace and flowers.
And my womb is my internal tomb.
2017-09-16 7.11pm
---
In a house with lacey white curtains
and a living room with flowers
- fresh, frail, framed, or fake -
laces and flowers were expected
to be displayed at all times
in appearance, and in character.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
girls are to play with Barbie, not Batman;
as if skirts and shields are mutually exclusive,
as if Barbies and Batmans aren't just dolls
with different styles and accessories.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
my ability to walk face forward in heels
with a dictionary on my head
is more important than facing a heel
head on in a combat.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
my womb is reason enough to carry a life
but not to determine my own.
In a house with lacey white curtains,
I am not made of laces and flowers.
And my womb is my internal tomb.
2017-04-01, 12.18pm
(during Baraka Blue workshop at Rumah Khizanat)
posted from Bloggeroid
100: breaking news
how do you
brake
the news
to a child
that their only parent
is gone
?
here's one way
:
letting her
estranged villagefolk
who came to take her home
break
the news
at the schoolgate instead
.
because nobody prepared you to face
her
breaking voice
,
her
breaking down
,
as she tries to remain standing
in spite of her wobbly knees
;
as she struggles afloat though
her vision is drowning in tears
;
bothered breathing
,
sobbing and suffocating
;
and you watch
jaw dropped
hands shaking
mind numbed
because nothing prepared you for this
.
holding this
trembling soul
shaken and stirred
by the twists of fate
of having lost
her sole supporter
?
trying to
unbreak
herself
in her state of mind
of worrying about every single thing
of unpredictable uncertainties
---
then you start to realise
that she is no more prepared
than you are
.
nothing
prepared
me
for this
.
how do i
break
the news
to a child
that their only parent
is gone
?
---
written: 13/4/13
last edited: 3/12/13
brake
the news
to a child
that their only parent
is gone
?
here's one way
:
letting her
estranged villagefolk
who came to take her home
break
the news
at the schoolgate instead
.
because nobody prepared you to face
her
breaking voice
,
her
breaking down
,
as she tries to remain standing
in spite of her wobbly knees
;
as she struggles afloat though
her vision is drowning in tears
;
bothered breathing
,
sobbing and suffocating
;
and you watch
jaw dropped
hands shaking
mind numbed
because nothing prepared you for this
.
holding this
trembling soul
shaken and stirred
by the twists of fate
of having lost
her sole supporter
?
trying to
unbreak
herself
in her state of mind
of worrying about every single thing
of unpredictable uncertainties
---
then you start to realise
that she is no more prepared
than you are
.
nothing
prepared
me
for this
.
how do i
break
the news
to a child
that their only parent
is gone
?
---
written: 13/4/13
last edited: 3/12/13
63: Where the heart is
a few of our paintings in this corner
a flower in a mug right over there
a bunch of pebbles on the kitchen table
sand and shells in a bottle somewhere
a black and white sculpture on the table
a lot of sunshine, with light in tight spots
a psychadellic rug to brighten up the area
some fans around in case it gets too hot
a disco ball in the middle of the fun room
a few places for books i love but barely read
a mismatched set of rainbowy kitchen things
mini garden at the back (no clue yet on what seeds)
a bed as if i'm sleeping on chocolate clouds
a colorful bunch of essentials for the bathroom
a few stained glass bowls with candles inside
space to geek out - where minds go boom.
a wall of pictures for the people in our life
a fridge of stuff homegrown or homemade
items in each room that remind us of Him
if all this came true, i know i'd have it made.
a few choice paintings in this corner
a flower in a mug right over there
a bunch of pebbles on the kitchen table
sand and shells in a bottle somewhere
a black and white sculpture on the table
a diy standing lamp in a tight spot
a psychadellic rug to brighten up the area
some fans around in case it gets too hot
a disco ball in the middle of the fun room
a few shelves for books i love but barely read
a whole set of rainbowy kitchen things
mini garden at the back (no clue yet on what seeds)
a bed with sheets as if i'm sleeping on clouds
a colorful set of essentials for the bathroom
a few stained glass bowls for candles inside
space to geek out - where minds go boom.
a wall of pictures for the people in my life
a fridge of stuff homegrown or homemade
items in each room that remind me of Him
if all this came true, i know i'd have it made.
a flower in a mug right over there
a bunch of pebbles on the kitchen table
sand and shells in a bottle somewhere
a black and white sculpture on the table
a lot of sunshine, with light in tight spots
a psychadellic rug to brighten up the area
some fans around in case it gets too hot
a disco ball in the middle of the fun room
a few places for books i love but barely read
a mismatched set of rainbowy kitchen things
mini garden at the back (no clue yet on what seeds)
a bed as if i'm sleeping on chocolate clouds
a colorful bunch of essentials for the bathroom
a few stained glass bowls with candles inside
space to geek out - where minds go boom.
a wall of pictures for the people in our life
a fridge of stuff homegrown or homemade
items in each room that remind us of Him
if all this came true, i know i'd have it made.
56: into thin air
would they notice, if
i disappeared into thin
air? no, i doubt it.
i disappeared into thin
air? no, i doubt it.
unworthy of being visible in their eyes.
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