Poem written in response to JMW Turner’s The Shipwreck, found at the Tate Britain.
If you’ve ever been moved to tears by a piece of music, or stood in gaping awe at the edge of a cliff, or haunted by an painting, you will have touched the Romantic notion of the Sublime. Continue reading “The Romantic Sublime: SingPoWriMo Update Day 21-26”
I wish I could report that I have been prolific on account of poetry month, but unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on one’s perspective), I have spent far more time reacquainting myself with the riot of poetry and the maestros who beautify our landscape with their words.
Please enjoy my gleeful discoveries from the past few days:
- Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé’s Thirty Seven Reasons Red is Rad. Allegory 2 is from this work.
- Gwee Li Sui’s Haikuku, 120 Singaporean haikus.
- Tse Hao Guang’s Deeds of Light.
Feature Photo: Unabashedly verdant & prolific! Taken at Dairy Farm Nature Park, Singapore.
- I wrote this as part of the 30-Day Singapore Poetry Writing Month Challenge. I have never tried writing a Ghazal although one of my all time favourite poets, Omar Khayyam, wrote many in this style. It is originally an Arabic verse form used to convey loss & romantic longing.
- I was thinking of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s sonnet “How do I love Thee”, and borrowed a few of her lines.
- This is my contribution to Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Awakenings
- Feature Photo: Black Swans awakening from slumber at the Eco-Lake, Singapore Botanic gardens.
My exploration of new poetry continues. Some of it is rather confuzzling (I love suggestion that I am in a state of confusion & puzzlement! Thank you y.prior for the introduction to this delicious word!). Some eye-opening & mindblowing (reading lots of poetry written by Singaporeans; yes! we do have a body of work to boast of). And some I simply love! love! love! (Jack Spicer, Amy Lowell, Tse Hao Guang).
I have experimented with some new forms: some I find easier to use than others. I am also consciously working on elevating the writing; I continue to struggle with what this means, and how to get it done effectively.
It has been an educational 5 days:
- 5 days, 5 poems released into the Wild
- I’ve tried a Somonka & a Ghazal, both of which I’ve only become acquainted with this week.
- every day is a challenge not to faint from intimidation, being amongst much younger, hugely intellectual and as far as I can surmise, extremely talented poets
- going back to the basics & asking the question: Why do we write Poetry? (Thoughts, anyone?)
Today is the 1st of November. I have chosen to take the step which might lead to insanity, but I may also end up with 50 000 words towards my novel.
It is with some trepidation that I begin: butterflies in my tummy, less than helpful thoughts floating through my head. There is also excitement: the anticipation, adrenaline pumping, raring to go! Continue reading “Nanowrimo: And it has begun!”
Heat from the pavement rises up my feet or is it from the bodies pushing, nudging, jostling handbags, backpacks, paper bags are instruments of pain bruises blooming words forming, stopped before they are borne to cause more harm Roar from traffic or is the stampede of thoughts that race through my head red cars, yellow taxis, silver, grey, black, white all the same, noise pollution, air pollution, soul pollution the sound box churning, swirling with acrid smoke and cracked mirrors words floating, never landing Glare from the sun or from the many faces that look but do not see black, white, short, tall, wide, heartshaped, blue, brown reflecting sadness, emanating pain, stifling pain words unspoken, words lost words to define, to give shape, to validate until the words are found, there is only the void.
Intro to Poetry, Day 2: Face
Rain falls in noisy sheets drenching parched dry earth where a seedling wakes up
Intro to Poetry, Day 1: haiku on Water