Fire and Ice (recreated version)

Not everyone says the world will end in fire
Perhaps not even in ice.
I haven’t tasted any of my desires yet
I cannot be bias, it will not look nice.
But if it never perishes at all, not even once.
I would never know how much love,
Does it need for destructing fire or ice
Then probably both could be compared in terms of greatness
If it happens, insufficiency would solely prevail, in infinite.

~Navaparna

Day 3 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2023.

Prompt 3 source: https://www.napowrimo.net/poets-start-your-engines/
Here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of “opposite” poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry).

For today’s prompt, I have chosen Robert Frost’s Fire and Ice. I have tried something very new and I hope you all will like it! I remember reading this Robert Frost’s poem back in class 10. Oh how I enjoyed reading poems that rhyme and are easy to understand during the schooldays unlike the English Literature that I have to study for my degree. Ahhh too much struggle understanding old complicated English with no literal sense lol. Robert Frost’s poems are simple to understand because they are mostly based upon daily activities and life. Anyway I love reading and composing poems so give it a read:))

Here is the Poem:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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Colours

Art fascinates me,
colours dazzle to absorb me completely.
What shines like the blazing sun,
or like the shimmering stars
or the golden brown bun;
little did I know I love
every tint of paint,
from pastels to shades
from stained colour palette
to amalgamated water of paint.
Every colour is not my favorite
but it reminds me of childhood
how time cannot wash away
something that is unreasonably yours,
painting was a hobby once upon a time
now I use it as a therapy, an escape.
And how fascinating it is to believe,
colours would fathom me,
feeding my soul the peace it needs.
I was a little kid,
beguiled by dancing freely
red, yellow, blue, green
patterns and colours could lure me easily.

~Navaparna

Day 1 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2023.

Prompt 1 source: https://www.napowrimo.net/poets-start-your-engines/
Here’s our own prompt (optional, as always) for the first day of Na/GloPoWriMo. They say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but they never said you can’t try to write a poem based on a book cover — and that’s your challenge for today! Take a look through Public Domain Review’s article on “The Art of Book Covers.” Some of the featured covers are beautiful. Some are distressing. Some are just plain weird (I’m looking at you, “Mr Sweet Potatoes”). With any luck, one or more of these will catch your fancy, and open your mind to some poetic insights.

Oh my goodness, Poetry Month has arrived, and the ultimate wait of a year has finally ended! I’m so excited for this month. After all, we all are, right? So let’s give a big cheer for 2023! I’ve used today’s prompt to write about a book cover that I used to adore so much when I was a little kid. Dating back to 2012, when I was in class 3, my father brought me this colourful story book during summer vacation, and I was so fascinated by the art and the infinite number of colours and patterns used in the book that I couldn’t get my eyes off it. Reading was such a delightful pleasure that I recall reading this book at least 15 times in rapture. Children’s books are always full of vibrant colours and vivid illustrations, and I guess that’s what made me fall in love with reading and buying books! The featured picture is my favourite book from what I can recall from my childhood. I think book covers are a source of motivation and inducement to read the book, so I guess they have quite a good influence! Sharing one favourite memory with my dear readers. Hope you enjoyed:)) 

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“The Fairytale Film Noir”

opening music
curtains unfolding slowly
flickering flash lights

~an impromptu poem (haiku) for #NaPoWriMo day 14

Prompt Day 14: Today’s challenge is a fun one: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Does it open with a car chase? A musical number? A long scene panning across a verdant plain? You’re the director (and also the producer, the actors, the set designer, the cinematographer, and the lowly assistant that buys doughnuts for the crew) – so it’s all up to you! https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-9/

The excitement, the thrill in the beginning of a film, more the fun if it happens in a theater or an auditorium. However noir cinemas are evergreen. The way everyone gets seated, slightly the lights fade away and an overture plays in the opening, slowly theater drapes are pulled away from both the sides and the theme music starts playing while the motion picture starts gathering momentum. Everything seems so dramatic and dreamy. Although I couldn’t get time to write about an opening scene of my film but here’s a haiku portraying a typical scene in a theater. Black and White films of the early periods are kind of my taste in movies and I wish my dream fairytale classic noir film also performs in the similar way, dramatically! Lights. Camera. Action!

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“Red Little Ladybug”

“There I spot-
Oh see, a red little ladybug!
Coated in black little spots
over two red tint cups,
wrapped on elytra wings.
Graciously walks with six short legs
and cover distance with tiny footsteps.”

As a child,
among variety of insects & flies
particular of several kinds,
the one that intrigued me
was a tiny red little ladybug,
a form of species hailing from
the beetles family.

I would run across our garden
to find the bewitching ladybug
crawling over a green leaf.
So tiny and so pretty,
that I didn’t fear of lifting up
and placing it on my palms
just to see them walking steadily.

Delightful by the sight
I would draw that
on drawing sheets.
And attempting to write
about how delicate it is,
all the structures of that
little creature fascinated me a lot!

But, here’s a thing.
Even after growing up
I would still remain engrossed
in discovering red little ladybug
in every garden I come across.
And wonder if they could hear
our sounds and could speak or not.

In my early years,
the excitement in getting new knowledge
about my most favorite things,
was one of the best memories I’d cherish.
How I would come running to share
what I’ve learned, persists as a picture of joy,
an accomplishment.

Searching for red little ladybug
is still one of the fresh memories
of excitement and an amusing
journey that’ll continue perpetually
all through its course as it had been
something deeply fascinating for me, long
attached to an ideal reflecting fleeting image, called, life.

~an impromptu poem for #NaPoWriMo day 12

Prompt Day 12: Today, I’d like you to invert your inspiration, and write a poem about a very small thing. Whether it’s an atom, a button, a hummingbird’s egg, dollhouse furniture, or the mythical world’s smallest violin, I hope you enjoy your poetic adventures into the microscopic https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-10/

A poem of 7 stanzas consisting of 7 lines in each. Can be said: “An odd pattern odd-evenly laid in a piece“. One of the memorable poetic adventure it is to explore childhood memories and express them in a very unforgettable manner. I don’t fear insects except for some are literally allergic unlike these cute beetles hehe. Here’s my take:) hope it is presentable<333

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