Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

An Unepigrammatical Diatribe

An Unepigrammatical Diatribe
©May 28th, 2016

By Vijaya Sundaram

I am unwilling to write a post about “epitome,” because I am the very picture, the very embodiment, the very incarnation of utter lassitude, laziness, mulishness and intractability.

I lie around, the personification of sheer inertia, and view the word “epitome,” with a languid contempt. 

Why should I cut short my long day of torpor, with the sun vanquishing my every attempt to be active, in order to wax eloquent about the word?  Being the very picture of apathy at the moment, I do not wish to relinquish my role as the paradigm of inaction.

Therefore, I say, and I shall say it till the end of … well, this post, that I shall not elaborate further, in some sort of academic nose-in-the air-kind-of-way, on the topic of “epitome.”

An epitome cuts short my attempts to write epics.

I shall not provide any examples of it.  Pooh to the word, I say, pooh!

Goodnight, Gentle Reader!

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Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Epitome

An Ode to My Fate (Map of Fate)

An Ode To My Fate (Map of Fate)

(My attempt at a Horatian Ode)

©October 8th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

*Could I hold you aloft in the twilight of love

And trace out your routes with attention, to look

For where softly would land all my dreams, like the dove

From the Ark that found trees like it did in the Book,

I would do so, my Fate, my brooding playmate.

I would look for the paths that you’d lay out for me.

I would take a new route, one that does not exist.

I would fight your pale smile, all your lures, and your bait.

I would build my own boat and I’d put out to sea,

And when I arrive, it’s by you I’ll be kissed.

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This was the assignment (which I’ve condensed into the following three sentences):

Write an Ode.

Use metaphors.

Make it about a map of some sort.

Again, this is the FIRST time I’ve written an Ode, and not just that, but a Horatian Ode (about which I’d known nothing, really).  I looked it up, and found that the rhyme scheme went thus: ab, ab, cde, cde.  I know nothing of the syllable count of Horatian Odes.  I chose my own weird 11-12 syllable count, taking care to make sure the meter sort of stayed the same.

Note:  In the first stanza, I’m using “could” as in, “If I could do …. then I would.”  (I’m using the subjunctive mood.)

I hope you enjoyed this attempt.

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