Day 16 AtoZ Challenge
Art and affirmative alliteration for Day 16. All my art works of AtoZ challenge have been done in acrylic inks and coffee wash.
Day 19 Napowrimo
At an Unknown Station
The old lady sat on the corner chair
In the waiting area of a secluded station
Legs folded back, holding a small clay urn
So close as if in warm embrace
The old man sat beside, torn and tattered
Cupping her shoulder bone
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Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving, or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans. For inspiration, perhaps you might look to this list of Shakespearean insults. Or, for all of you who grew up on cartoons from the 1980s, perhaps this compendium of Skeletor’s Best Insults might provide some insight.
This is a rant (not a funny one though), I guess, on the current situation with increasing number of Covid deaths and people losing their dear ones. Parents losing the children and children losing their parents are daily statistics that is terribly heart-wrenching. In those cases however, no one is allowed to go near the dead/'lost' member. A neighbour, an old aunty, lost her son to Covid last month and she lives alone back home next to my parents'. She received the news of the death and she hadn't seen her son for the past 3 years as he was working abroad. She told my mother the other day that she doesn't feel that her son has passed away and that he might still be working abroad. He may even turn up at her doorstep someday.
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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This stirred me. So dampening and tragic. Isn't life unfair and demand you to live without happiness, and still thrive? I read about the incident and was instantly taken aback. I really want to hope against hope that someday her son would return back and see her.
I'm enjoying your poetry very much. It deepens my thought process for the day. I also admire your discipline for keeping the daily poem creation commitment. Thanks for sharing these!
I fell in love with your art piece. Usually i am one who jumps to the poetry first and then comes back to the art of the day, but this one was captivating. I also understand the need to write about death in the current situation. My words seem to wander in that direction repeatedly now.
Lovely as ever Deepa... How tragic and how true the current state of despair is with the covid wave. This one made me have a lump in my throat.
This tore me apart Deepa. With the current scenario, our thoughts are likely to drift.
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