Thursday, April 8, 2021

G - Day 7 (AtoZ Challenge) and Waiting for the lights - Day 8 (Napowrimo)

Day 7 #AtoZChallenge

Art and affirmative alliteration of Day 7. I hadn't talked much about this section of my challenge. The intention was to reach out to young girls and everyone who needed to hear some positive and empowering affirmations each day. Just a humble alliterative effort. I wish we could all inspire each other everyday, place a helping hand, a shoulder to rest for a while, embrace to overcome the each other's pain, ease with laughter and a extend a bit of company to one another. In short, empower one another.


All my art works of AtoZ challenge have been done in acrylic inks and coffee wash. Yes, you got that right. Coffee wash. The brown there is coffee.

Day 8 #Napowrimo

i sat on the ghat all evening 

waiting for the lights to perform miracles


you wanted to come here before it was too late

it is too late now and finally we are here

i remember you wanted to see the million lights floating

the lamps on the Ganges and the lights on our eyes

i wanted to take you on that boat ride

while your fingers plucked a rhythm on the rippled waters of the poem has been removed to facilitate for future submission. Thank you for visiting.

Napowrimo prompt:

Our (optional) prompt. I call this one “Return to Spoon River,” after Edgar Lee Masters’ eminently creepy 1915 book Spoon River Anthology. The book consists of well over 100 poetic monologues, each spoken by a person buried in the cemetery of the fictional town of Spoon River, Illinois.

Write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood, like the gentleman who ran the shoeshine stand, or one of your grandmother’s bingo buddies. As with Masters’ poems, the monologue doesn’t have to be a recounting of the person’s whole life, but could be a fictional remembering of some important moment, or statement of purpose or philosophy. Be as dramatic as you like – Masters’ certainly didn’t shy away from high emotion in writing his poems.

Robert Browning happens to be one of my favourite poets and I love dramatic monologues but this is nowhere near that. I need much more time to come up with something, at least a little bit, dramatic. This poem was written in haste and I somehow wanted to submit by the end of the day and I did by the nick of time.

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

Do let me know your views. Thank you to everyone who helped me with their feedback on the font. 

You can click on the AtoZChallenge/ Napowrimo tags to look at my earlier posts.

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Suchita said...

What a gorgeously painted poem.

Christine said...

Lovely post

Crafting Queen said...

Beautiful. Anesha

DVArtist said...

These are both so beautiful. Your talent abounds.

Linda Kunsman said...

Beautiful art, beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing with so many in person as well as social media.

WendyK said...

Fabulous, love your painting and poem.

Ira Mishra said...

Oh my God Deepa... Both the poem and your art... I have no words... This one left me with a lump in my throat. And these lines are just so so touching

"i shall wait here until the lights appear for a miracle

until this very ghat beckons you into its lap."

Sonia Dogra said...

I don't know which is better. Your art or your poem. This piece of poetry is by far the best I've read.

Hazel (Didos) said...

What a beautiful piece of art and your writing is great too, Happy PPF on Saturday, Hazel xx

Rain said...

Your poem is beautiful Deepa, and I love your art piece!!! :)