Day 20 AtoZ Challenge
The Dance of the Eunuchs to the drum beat
Of the City sweating
and pelting—
Carouseling the streets of the elaborate maze
Dazzled by the
prick of heat—
Blinded by the suborn summer—
Neglected obliterated
to the newness of each second.
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One thing that makes me want to write poetry is reading poetry. Sometimes, reading another poet’s work gives me an idea or image. And sometimes I read a poem that I want to formally respond to – whether because I agree with it, or disagree with it, or just because it starts a conversation in my head that I want to continue on the page.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response.
Do let me know your views on my poem. What do you gather from my art that you see here? Would love to hear from you.
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8 comments:
The last stanza was powerful. I will have to read Kamala Das's poem to say anything more. But independently, the poem was lovely.
Powerful piece of art as is your poem. I use to read poetry everyday. I'm not sure why it stopped. Maybe something I should start again. Have a nice weekend.
Interesting piece.
Fabulous piece.
Your poetry is as hauntingly visual as the art. Beautiful talents. happy PPF!
I need to retire and so I have hopefully a little more time to be creative.
Happy PPF
Coffee is on and stay safe
Fabulous piece!
Happy PPF, hug Elke
The last two lines of your poem struck a chord... Esp with the current covid scenario that's exactly how most of us feel.The poem does so much justice to your artwork... Portraying the helpless with which we keep gazing at the greys and blacks and the muffled colors of life.
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