Saturday, April 10, 2021

Day 9 - I (AtoZ Challenge) and Day 10 - Bookmark your Life (Napowrimo)

Day 9 AtoZ Challenge

Art and affirmative alliteration for Day 9. 


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All my art works of AtoZ challenge have been done in acrylic inks and coffee wash.

Day 10 Napowrimo


Speak to my core - wet and soft - like little waves forming

The blue silence spreads – your breath, your heartbeat—

 

Solitude surrounds and wraps like a moulding clay—

A hand at work with a paintbrush or the kneaded eraser-

 

Neither here nor up there, the melody resides within

Only you — believe in my existence — only you

 

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Napowrimo prompt:

our daily prompt (optional, of course!). It’s called “Junk Drawer Song,” and comes to us from the poet Hoa Nguyen.

  • First, find a song with which you are familiar – it could be a favorite song of yours, or one that just evokes memories of your past. Listen to the song and take notes as you do, without overthinking it or worrying about your notes making sense.
  • Next, rifle through the objects in your junk drawer – or wherever you keep loose odds and ends that don’t have a place otherwise. (Mine contains picture-hanging wire, stamps, rubber bands, and two unfinished wooden spoons I started whittling four years ago after taking a spoon-making class). On a separate page from your song-notes page, write about the objects in the drawer, for as long as you care to.
  • Now, bring your two pages of notes together and write a poem that weaves together your ideas and observations from both pages.

My junk drawer poem is based on Imran's *shayari from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (Hindi movie) and my junk draw items that included a pretty big list some of which were pencils, brushes, kneaded eraser, paints, hairband, paperclips, metallic pens, clay, craftwood, bookmark etc. I jotted down the words from the shayari that I 'grabbed' with my eyes closed as I was listening to the shayari while my hands jotted down the words and abstract sensations finally conjoining the two. 

This was a fun prompt and maybe I shall try this more.

*shayari is a poem in Urdu


Do let me know your views. You can click on the AtoZChallenge/ Napowrimo tags to look at my earlier posts.


PS : This post is posted as part of BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April NaPoWriMo2021


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8 comments:

Namratha said...

"Just that phrase repeats within — not confronting my lips"! loved that line and the tone of the whole poem.

And the artwork, wonderful! Enjoyed your work as always

Stephanie Holland said...

Interesting artwork and I love the alliteration.

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Sonia Dogra said...

I love the shayari in ZNMD. What a lovely experience this must have been. A beautiful collision of words Deepa.

smitha said...

I loved how you weaved your art with poetry. I could imagine you in the artist mode - 'A hand at work with the paintbrush or the kneaded eraser.'
Let your eyes go wide- Bookmark your life is such a perfect way to live life. Beautiful reminder.

Frewin55 said...

Wow! That's a great challenge, I would like to have seen the Hindi song to understand quite what you did, - regardless - it's a great poem...

Lady In Read said...

Love your poem, especially those last two lines, and your artwork too..
And Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara - I am planning to re-watch it with my teens..

I was tempted to join Napowrimo but will maybe use those prompts for inspiration later.. the junk drawer idea is cool..
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Freshdaisiesdotme said...

The poem spoke of golden silences, hues of love and hope. The artwork of life and mesmerizing emotions. I loved it just like the movie ZNMD!

Ira Mishra said...

Solitude surrounds and wraps like a moulding clay—

A hand at work with a paintbrush or the kneaded eraser-



Neither here nor up there, the melody resides within

Only you — believe in my existence — only you

Such beautiful lines Deepa... So many layers and such depth... I am at loss of words.