Through the glass darkly: A and I Poetry Challenge May 2018

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The Romantic Sublime: SingPoWriMo Update Day 21-26

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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”

Prolific: SingPoWriMo Day 18-20 Update

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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 RadAllegory 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.

 

Awakenings: SingPoWriMo Day 14-17 Update

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Notes:

  • 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.

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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.

A-ha! SingPoWriMo Day 1-5 Update

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?)

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Invisible

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