Five Haikus written in 2015

The day dawns bright clear
hopes arise eternal
to vaporise

Drops of rain
drumming on the roof tops
singing a melody

Time stands winter-still
Our love in suspended animation
Hibernates quiet

Early summer sun
Setting free basketfuls of
laughing dragonflies

Bubbling up in hearts
Koels coo unheralded
Effervescent joy

NaPoWriMo 2020

30 poems in as many days. So till April 14th I have written on the prompts of the Napowrimo site and from 15th to 30th on the prompts on the Facebook group The Significant League(TSL). I have written more than 30. Blogged some only now.
Providing the links below.

Prompt 1

Prompt 2

Prompt 3

Prompt 4

Prompt 5

Prompt 6

Prompt 7

Prompt 8

Prompt 9

Prompt 10

Prompt 11

Prompt 12

Prompt 12 again

Prompt 13

Prompt 14

Prompt 15

Prompt 16

Prompt 17

Prompt 18

Prompt 19

Prompt 20

Prompt 21

Prompt 22

Prompt 22 again

Prompt 23

Prompt 24

Prompt 25

Prompt 26

Prompt 27

Prompt 28

Prompt 28 some more

Prompt 29

Prompt 30

# Napowrimo Day 13

Today, our poetry resource is the archives of The Found Poetry Review. During its five years of operation, this journal specialized in publishing poems that were “found,” rather than written. What does that mean? Well, it means poems collaged from existing language, rather than newly created from scratch. A sort of borrowing from the universe.

There’s a pithy phrase attributed to T.S. Eliot: “Good poets borrow; great poets steal.” (He actually said something a bit different, and phrased it a bit more pompously – after all, this is T.S. Eliot we’re talking about). Nonetheless, our optional prompt for today (developed by Rachel McKibbens, who is well-known for her imaginative and inspiring prompts) plays on the idea of stealing. Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen. Maybe it’s something as small as your sister’s hairbrush (or maybe it was your sister’s boyfriend!) Regardless, I hope this sly prompt generates some provocative verse for you.

Stolen Arms

Stolen kisses are the sweetest it is said
May I add stolen kicks to the list
As a scrawny teenager long long ago
Travelling in a crowded bus I did feel
The foot of a co-traveller creeping up my shin
Mister Odious was sitting and I standing
A few stolen kicks did the trick
He squirmed unable to scream
The rest of my journey went smooth as a dream
I got off the bus unapologetically happy
So stolen kicks, pin pricks all help you see
But the light of exposure is what these most fear
I learnt as time passed and freedom is dear

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

#Napowrimo Day 14

Our poetry resource for the day is “Dr. Williams’ Heiresses,” a chapbook published by Alice Notleyin 1980. In it, she weaves strange and discursive creation-myth for American poetry, and her own work, as influenced by the work of the poet William Carlos Williams.
Today’s optional prompt asks you, like Alice Notley, to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically, I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/people that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like. There are as many ways to go with this prompt as there are ways to be inspired.

A Haiku

Inspirations waves
The ocean of writers wide
A seeker small, I

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

#TSL Napowrimo Day 17

We all seem to be going through a phase when we have enough time to brood or introspect.
How about writing a poem about
Forgiveness. It could be about the people you want to forgive or wished you had forgiven but couldn’t . It could also be a poem about asking forgiveness from some one you want to and couldn’t . Maya Angelou suggested –
“It’s one of the greatest gifts that you can give yourself, to forgive. Forgive everybody.”
Perhaps we can learn to perfume heels that crush us. Well , I believe the violet does that.

On Forgiving

Forgiveness is not easy
It is given to the one who has hurt
By the one scarred forever
Forgiveness is a gift given to the perpetrator
By the one whose soul was torn to shreds
A release from resentment and anger
But is it easy
To forgive a rapist or molester?
Is it right?
To forgive some deeds is not possible
When the perpetrator is unrepentant

Forgiveness can come
Should come only
Where there is penitence
Forgive only when asked for and if the hurt has healed
If not nurse the hurt
It might be the only thing keeping you alive

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

TSL Napowrimo 23

“As the National Poetry Writing Month spreads its wings from one day to the other, I turn to my many muses who have left their imprints in my heart permanently. I turn to each of them for strength and inspiration amid these trying times when poetry becomes a cause to live not only thoughtfully, but also with human quirks and idiosyncrasies.
Today my muse is the mad Girl Sylvia Plath.

Lines from Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Mirror’:

‘’I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.’’

We all see our selves in the mirror every day, and some days, we might swoon over our reflection there, while some days, we might find we are incomplete and fragmented, torn and twisted.
Which reflection would you love to own as yours?
Write an unappeasable, unapologetically true poem about your reflection in the mirror.”

A Reflection on a reflection

Chancing upon the mirror while crying
Can be rather discomforting
The face that looks back at you
With swollen eyelids, red nose, puffy lips
Is that of an ugly stranger
Only on-screen heroines look beautiful while crying
While you and I look like wrecks
So my advice is this, girls
Keep away from the mirror while crying
Use it for the briefest moments
To check on your appearance
We have so much to do and get done
The rest you leave to Narcissus

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

TSL Napowrimo 24

Write a humorous poem dealing with any relevant/topical issue or on something that you feel like bashing your head against gnashing your teeth .
A MUST use of either
is mandatory

Loaf is four effer

The king and queen of Tokaland
Were toking about dis and dat
My queen yore ice are so beeg
They’re beegness make them bootyfull
Earring the king the queen replied
Yore Royal Hindness, I’m much obliged
From the dey fifty years ago we were joint
In holy wedlock, I have herd dis complaint
My art still throbs when eye ear yore vice
My durling cuckoo, I loaf ewe
And so dey tok of dis ant dat
Duh king and queen of Tokaland

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

TSL Napowrimo 26

Today our challenge is to write an ekphrastic poem – a poem written in conversation with a work of visual art: a painting, a statue, a drawing or photograph.

The prompt for today is a)a photograph and b)an opening line.
Use the photo prompt as a springboard for your writing. However you choose to approach the ekphrastic, allow for dialog, conversation between image and poem, between writer and reader.
Opening line –
“Places you can find love
Its sits around lurking in places”

“Places you can find love
Its sits around lurking in places”
You think it passed you by
Nay! There it hides between gazes
Nothing matters
Shape of eyes nose lips naught
Not even the heart knows how ’tis caught
Leaping in the mysterious pools of eyes
As lovers liplocked earth and sky
A drive could take you to where the earth ends
It might show you where the rainbow bends
Love is what makes the earth go round
So said a wise one who love had found.

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

TSL Napowrimo 27

The prompt for 27th April is by last year’s winner of the Reuel International Prize for Poetry Jagari Mukherjee

Please tag her on your poem

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” – Gustave Flaubert. The world is an amazing place filled with mysterious places and breathtaking experiences just waiting for exploration. I would like you to write a “travel” poem. It may be based on a place/places you have traveled to, or it may be a destination on your bucket list. It may engage with the physical world around you or record your internal responses to what you have seen around you. I would further request that each poet should write only ONE poem and the poem should be of maximum 30 lines.”

There are so many places I’d love to see
Both here and out of the country
But what attracts me the most
Are the forests and mountains
Alive with the susurrus of the streams
Close to Mother Nature is where I wish to be
With you my dearest beside me
The journeys I make without you
Make me talk to you incessantly
Mostly in my head
So wherever I go, you are with me
Going along together is what I deem best

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth

TSL NaPoWriMo 30

Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of the person or people who hate/s you most, a poem about yourself. Keep it short.

Hate-red for her

The gentleman looked none too pleased
A leader of an organisation was he
While I a newbie he had come to meet
At least that should have impressed me
He expected a little cowering and maybe some fawning
The way he plonked down in front of me
His tone of arrogance and authority
None of these cut cake with me
I went back to my dusty files
With a nonchalance that had him riled

Later I heard news on the grapevine
That I was one who thought a big deal of herself
My fat head and specs were a sign of my irreverance
A woman should know her place
A box is what you are supposed to remain in
I for one disliked his approach to people in general and in particular to women
His dishonesty was his “service” to the nation
(And there are many like the good gentleman)
And so I studiously ignored him
That’s my general policy

I can live with his type of hatred I decided
Living with myself if I had been impressed
Would have been difficult

Copyright Vineetha Mekkoth