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- 05 Jul 2016, 20:46
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: An Anachronism
- Replies: 8
- Views: 15762
Re: An Anachronism
I, Oh! What a child, I have been! and what am I now! a good for nothing person with no voice and without any rightful share yet content. Happy I am to be so away from the mundane. Pity, I see myself strange bearing no semblance to the ways of the world. Like not to be in a crowd, detest socialising,...
- 05 Jul 2016, 09:47
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: The Lily Of The Desert.
- Replies: 7
- Views: 15115
Re: The Lily Of The Desert.
The wild plant found in the tropics unkempt and rugged stood like an old man within the beds of exotic roses, jasmine and sunflowers. An eyesore the succulent grew in all humility. When I attempted to uproot it Swedha, my friend, a lover of plants bids me to leave it be. Enumerating on its magical u...
- 05 Jul 2016, 07:59
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Pretan
- Replies: 2
- Views: 7592
Re: Pretan - the Lost Kingdom
The conquest of Brittanica, by the races from the north, the east,and west, is portrayed citing illustrative episodes. Nonnita urgently clutches out her arms to catch David. horses run in to the farmyard courtyard clattering (into) the cobbles. Tryffin's stallion prances around the boy throwing off ...
- 05 Jul 2016, 07:34
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: An Anachronism
- Replies: 8
- Views: 15762
Re: An Anachronism
In a family of dominant siblings, the eldest of us all is Shalu, who was the apple of my parent's eyes domineered with a will unconquerable notwithstanding an avarice insatiable Temperamental in her behaviour, she wielded enormous authority in the affairs of the family amassed the family's wealth wi...
- 04 Jul 2016, 21:03
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: An Anachronism
- Replies: 8
- Views: 15762
An Anachronism
In a family of dominant siblings, the eldest of us all is my sister, who was the apple of my parent's eyes domineered with a will unconquerable notwithstanding an avarice insatiable Temperamental in her behaviour, she wielded enormous authority in the affairs of the family amassed the largesses with...
- 03 Jul 2016, 06:56
- Forum: Writer's Block Palaver
- Topic: Upcoming July IBPC 2016:
- Replies: 23
- Views: 36972
Re: Upcoming July IBPC 2016:
1/Your name: Meena 2/e-mail address :meenas17@gmail.com 3/statement that the poem is your original:It is original. 4/and unpublished work:It is unpublished. 5/and that you are not representing in the current IPBC: I am not representing in the current IPBC 6/and the poem: Retrospecting Born to parent...
- 02 Jul 2016, 13:33
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Arockiyam, My Driver.
- Replies: 17
- Views: 33121
Re: Arockiyam, My Driver.
Born to parents well-educated and situated, I had the best of all, except orthodoxy, but discipline overwhelmed my formative years. Arockiyam, our old driver would drive through the busy roads, negotiate the heavy traffic and take me safely to school in the mornings to the music master's house in th...
- 02 Jul 2016, 09:34
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Arockiyam, My Driver.
- Replies: 17
- Views: 33121
Re: Arockiyam, My Driver.
Born to parents well-educated and situated, I had the best of all, except orthodoxy and discipline overwhelmed my formative years. Arockiyam, our old driver would drive through the busy roads, negotiate the heavy traffic and take me safely to school in the mornings to the music master's house in the...
- 01 Jul 2016, 20:31
- Forum: Writer's Block Palaver
- Topic: Upcoming July IBPC 2016:
- Replies: 23
- Views: 36972
Re: Upcoming July IBPC 2016:
Thanks Bob for seconding my poem:Arockiyam-My driver.
Best,
Meena.
Best,
Meena.
- 29 Jun 2016, 20:57
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: The Lily Of The Desert.
- Replies: 7
- Views: 15115
Re: The Lily Of The Desert.
The wild tropical plant unkempt and rugged stood like an odd man amidst the exotic roses, jasmine and sunflowers. An eyesore the succulent grew in all humility. When I attempted to uproot it Swedha, my friend, a lover of plants bade me not to do so. Enumerating on its magical uses she opened my eyes...
- 29 Jun 2016, 06:34
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: The Lily Of The Desert.
- Replies: 7
- Views: 15115
Re: The Lily Of The Desert.
Thought the same way.
A second thought. Felt the first stanza sets the mood: the contrast, the brightly coloured flowers and the prosaic, dull succulent, would be of interest.
I will read it again and decide Bob.
I miss my revision, Frank.
Old habits die hard.
Meena.
A second thought. Felt the first stanza sets the mood: the contrast, the brightly coloured flowers and the prosaic, dull succulent, would be of interest.
I will read it again and decide Bob.
I miss my revision, Frank.
Old habits die hard.
Meena.
- 29 Jun 2016, 06:17
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Het Pension
- Replies: 7
- Views: 14883
Re: Seceded
Hi Frank, I could feel your joy, the flip- licking joy. In your ecstasy, you call the majesty, call out "oh, magically". The mirth is infectious . Did you really dance shouting hip- hip? Your wife looks at you sadly, she being foreign, European. The line is telling. I actually see your wife feeling ...
- 28 Jun 2016, 19:48
- Forum: Writer's Block Palaver
- Topic: Upcoming July IBPC 2016:
- Replies: 23
- Views: 36972
Re: Upcoming July IBPC 2016:
Thanks, Frank. I am overwhelmed.
Regards,
Meena.
Regards,
Meena.
- 28 Jun 2016, 19:04
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: The Lily Of The Desert.
- Replies: 7
- Views: 15115
The Lily Of The Desert.
A wild plant found in the tropics rugged and unkempt stalks shoot up not in one direction looks not very exciting known as a succulent braves any weather withstands drought survives floods grows in my garden with Hibiscus, Ixoras, Jasmine and Sunflowers. An eyesore amidst such exuberance the succule...
- 26 Jun 2016, 09:02
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Smearing Of Ash.
- Replies: 11
- Views: 18977
Re: Smearing Of Ash.
Solitude is what I prefer. I was persuaded by a common friend to attend a gathering I found myself out of place. Always gossip in these functions. so exasperating, I moved beyond. Mona rushed to the stage. He looked agitated. Seemed as though possessed by a spirit. He began his discourse. How to sme...
- 25 Jun 2016, 12:26
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Smearing Of Ash.
- Replies: 11
- Views: 18977
Re: Smearing Of Ash.
I am not from Oxford.
I thought, till now, my grammar was good, not faulty.
Now, I am nervous.
Grammatical errors are unpardonable.
Let me check my poem.
Meena
I thought, till now, my grammar was good, not faulty.
Now, I am nervous.
Grammatical errors are unpardonable.
Let me check my poem.
Meena
- 25 Jun 2016, 09:23
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Smearing Of Ash.
- Replies: 11
- Views: 18977
Re: Smearing Of Ash.
I wish not to be in a crowd but had to once. I was persuaded by my close relatives to attend a meeting where we had to decide on policies concerning business. I entered with hesitation. The gossip unrelated to the issue drove me out of gear. In exasperation, I quit. Mona, who was sulking on the back...
- 22 Jun 2016, 14:56
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Smearing Of Ash.
- Replies: 11
- Views: 18977
Re: Smearing Of Ash.
Not keen on attending functions or gatherings I had to participate in a family get- together where I heard gossip all through. Exasperated, I moved beyond. The assembly soon after my exit was addressed by Mona with the face painted scarlet as if possessed by spirits. My ears pricked up. He spoke at ...
- 21 Jun 2016, 16:04
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Smearing Of Ash.
- Replies: 11
- Views: 18977
Re: Smearing Of Ash.
Not keen on attending functions or gatherings I had to participate in a family get together where I heard gossip all through. Exasperated, I moved beyond. The assembly soon after my exit was addressed by Mona with the face painted scarlet as if possessed by spirits. My ears pricked up. He spoke at l...
- 21 Jun 2016, 10:19
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Smearing Of Ash.
- Replies: 11
- Views: 18977
Smearing Of Ash.
Not keen on attending functions or gatherings I had to participate in a function Exasperated, I moved beyond. The assembly soon after was addressed by a man with the face turned red as if possessed by spirits. My ears cocked up. He spoke at length of how to smear ash on the forehead. Known as Mona, ...
- 12 Jun 2016, 09:00
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: The Drama Of Evolution.
- Replies: 3
- Views: 8344
Re: The Drama Of Evolution.
In pursuit of a dalliance, the peacock screams the peahen is unruffled. She busies herself with her brood. Restless, he cries iaoo, vei, iaooo a kind of a summons she returns. Delighted, he runs to her, nudges, coaxes her by pricking her with his beak fans her with his gorgeous feathers goes around ...
- 11 Jun 2016, 06:13
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: A Card to Mam
- Replies: 8
- Views: 15739
Re: A Sanatorium Card
It has to.
My first workshopping sounds not critical being an appreciation.
Best wishes,
Meena
My first workshopping sounds not critical being an appreciation.
Best wishes,
Meena
- 10 Jun 2016, 19:44
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: A Card to Mam
- Replies: 8
- Views: 15739
Re: A Sanatorium Card
I like the opening. A sanatorium is located in one of the loveliest places on lake Maggiore, where plenty of fresh air is available. "The skies darken", sets the tone of the poem. The illness has forced him to get admitted in a sanatorium and he is away from his family. He writes a letter to his Mam...
- 10 Jun 2016, 16:41
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: The Drama Of Evolution.
- Replies: 3
- Views: 8344
The Drama Of Evolution.
In pursuit of a dalliance, the peacock screams the peahen listens unperturbed. She is busy with her brood feeding them. Restless, he hoots and cries a kind of a summon the peahen returns. Delighted, he runs to her, nudges, coaxes her by pricking her with his beak fans her with his gorgeous feathers ...
- 08 Jun 2016, 06:52
- Forum: Writer's Block - Where The Poets Hang
- Topic: Arockiyam, My Driver.
- Replies: 17
- Views: 33121
Re: Arockiyam, My Driver.
Frank,
I will do.
Meena.
I will do.
Meena.