Hola everyone!
Happy to be back before the end of day, for the first time during napowrimo. The Day 12 prompt at NaPoWriMo is up and my poetic slumber is postponed for today. First the prompt. Write a poem about a very small thing. Whether it’s an atom, a button, a hummingbird’s egg, dollhouse furniture, or the mythical world’s smallest violin
I chose, not a thing, but an idea, talking about human life, a speck in this vast universe. The big and small worlds we’ve created hold no good eventually.
Since it is all about small things, I experimented with three short poetic forms- the Cinquain ( 5 lines, 2,4,6,8,2 syllables; 1,2,3,4,1 stresses- not sure if I got the stresses right) followed by an Acrostic verse (word-tiny) and then a Haiku (5,7,5 syllables). I enjoyed this!
Tentatively titled Kings and Underlings
small dots
abide by law
imperial charades
feign sympathy, snatch liberty
use clouts
***
To the specks of dust
I massacre each morning, the
Nabobs settle again
Yielding not to my dominion
***
dewy pink orchids
dandelions in ripe yellow
poof! to clouds of dust
‘poof’ to cloud of dust… such is our existence… I’m in awe of how well you’ve managed to combined multiple poetic forms and put across your message…
Thank you!
The ‘poof’ of your Haiku blew me away Sonia. Brilliant.
Thanks Arti💐
My favourite is ofcourse the ‘nabob’ dust part! Oh they are so defiant. Do they not crush our might with their tiniest weight?
Are you on the way to becoming a Zen master?
Haha. No. But now that you’re saying this, I might just be… subconsciously!
“poof! to clouds of dust”, what a beautiful ending to this poem, Sonia!
Thank you Damyanti💐
Lovely lines, enjoyed reading all the 3 forms. Very creative.
Thanks Rashi. More of an experiment.
I didnt quite get first few lines and Nabobs thing ! care to explain more ? But I under stood the specks of dust equivalent to humanlife
Appreciate ur poetic efforts. Crisp and strong
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Hi
The first short form is about the social discrimination between the big and the small. Dots refer to the underlings in the social ladder and the rest of the verse is about the imperialistic kings who control by clout.
The second form is about dust that settles in my house and which I wipe off every now and then but it settles back, showing it’s tenacity against my dominion. Both the first and second verse together show that although the powerful rule by clout, if a particle of dust decides it can shake off their dominion.
The last verse shows that whether one is an expensive orchid or a powerful person, or a dandelion or simpleton, we all go back to dust.
We live in a speck. Lovely lines Sonia. Deep and though provoking.
Thank you Swarnali
“poof! to clouds of dust” loved this..
This whole idea of human life being miniscule, a speck has been beautifully expressed Sonia
Thanks Harshita💐
The third one is my favourite. Beautiful imagery, Sonia.
Thank you Smitha. It’s my favourite too.
Excellent forms. Lovely imagery… thanks for this.
Thanks for stopping by Selma💐
Your poetry is a breath of fresh air Sonia
Exquisite writing, Sonia. I loved “Nabobs settle again”…sounds so apt!
That was the which struck me as well. I have heard “nabobs” since the Spiro Agnew days!
That’s a long time!
Yep, it sure is!
I wanted to use Nawabs but this rings so well that it always gets my attention, as do many other words from long ago. It got yours too😀😀
Thanks Punam. What else do I call these layers of dust that reappear at their own fancy.
My pleasure. Indeed, what else!