Apr 7, 2014 Original Poetry
Banish The Strawberry!
©April 4th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
My strawberry is bright red*, she said.
Red is my strawberry, bright at night
Strawberry is the color of things that are bright
But redness is about blood.
Blood is about life and death.
Is it not?
So, is my strawberry about life and death?
Here, before me, sits the strawberry.
Red as death oozing away from life.
Twitching, lifeless, it sits,
Pulp to pulp,
Juices to juices.
Crushed to dust.
When bright red occurs,
Beware!
Life is ready to flee.
Strawberries are harbingers
Heralds,
Forerunners,
Bringers of death.
Beware the strawberry!
Be not beguiled by its rich
Juicy, pulpy, prickly,
Spotted, green-topped self.
Its true nature lurks,
A serpent in the Garden
Of Eating.
Repeating silkily and pokily.
I am life, life, life,
And, all the while, plotting
Your death, death, death.
YES!
Banish that strawberry.
It means no good.
* KF!
Tags: #Humor, almost NaPoWriMo, fruit poem, strawberry
Apr 12, 2013 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
It’s only April 12th, and I’m on my twelfth day of “A Poem A Day.” I think I missed two days in the beginning, but made up for it by writing a few more poems. I haven’t written one today, yet. Not sure if I can.
After sleeping for four and a half hours last night, I woke up, made coffee, got our luggage ready, and we all made for the airport. Then, we all flew to Toronto to visit my father-in-law and his wife.
We’ve been here since late morning today.
Not much to report. Wet, cool, windy day. Nice fire in fireplace. Nice lunch and dinner. Our child is happy, because she loves visiting her Grandpa and Grannie. She also loves their dog, who’s thrilled to have a kid to play with.
It’s peaceful here. I like it. So does my daughter. My husband is preparing for a concert he’s giving this coming week.
That’s all for today, folks. Perhaps, tomorrow, I might write two poems to make up for today. Or perhaps, after midnight, tonight, I’ll write something, if only to keep the habit fresh.
Writing is, or should be, a habit. One cannot wait around for inspiration. Inspiration’s waiting for one! One has to set out on the road first.
Goodnight!
Love,
Dreamer of Dreams
Tags: #Journal Entry, almost NaPoWriMo, April vacation, travel
Apr 5, 2013 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries, Blogs and Bloggers
Today was a bad writing day.
So bad, that when I wrote a poem with the title “A Bad Writing Day,” the damned poem disappeared after I saved it. I searched everywhere. It’s hiding somewhere among the pixels.
So, in effect, I wrote my “poem a day” for April Poetry Writing Month today, — and it ran away from me from embarrassment.
Now what?
A cop-out, that’s what. I dug up an old one, and stuck it in my blog (the post just before this one in terms of chronology).
Hey, at least I know I wrote my poem today – even if it did disappear!
So, that should salve my conscience, right?
Actually, even if I had posted it, I’d have been so mad at myself for such a bad poem that I would not have been able to look myself in the eye for quite a while.
Some days are good poem days, and other days are bad poem days (sort of like “good and bad hair days.” )
Ultimately, it all depends on the weather, and how much sleep you had.
So, I’m off to get mine — sleep, that is. (And perhaps tomorrow, perhaps on Sunday, I’ll make up for today’s lack by writing two poems.
Well, goodnight, dear blog and bloggers!
Dreamers of Dreams
Tags: #Blogging, almost NaPoWriMo, bad writing days, good writing days, inspiration, poem a day, poetry-writing