Apr 27, 2016 Original Poetry, Senryu, The Daily Post

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Crossroads

When the Crossroads Come – 14 Senryu
(An Offering to Hecate)
©April27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

When the crossroads come
And you’re standing still, so still
Let them pass, softly.

When the crossroads come
And you see Her there, bow down.
Ask her for a gift.

Watch the clouds flow by.
The moon hides her pale, wan face.
Darkly, stars shiver.

Look into my past!
Guide me to my destiny
Help me choose it well.

Offer her your hand
Offer her your heart in trust
Bow to her wisdom.

She will study you.
She’ll gaze into your future
With a cryptic look.

Look into my past!
Guide me to my destiny
Help me choose it well.

And when the stars hide,
When a low moon wails so pale
She will decree it.

Thank her with a gift
Ask for your life in return
You have much to do.

Look into my past!
Guide me to my destiny
Help me choose it well!

Her pole-cat will sing,
Her wolf-dog, in warning, howl.
She’ll see your future.

And she’ll sigh softly
There are things she cannot change,
Though she’ll try to bend.

Look into my past!
Guide me to my destiny
Help me choose it well.

So, when crossroads come
Stand so still, and tall until
They fade into mist.

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Tags: #Crossroads, #Hecate, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost, #TheDailyPrompt

Apr 26, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry, Rhymed couplets

Down-River
©April 26th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Float down-river, see me shiver.
I see you from afar, O Friend.

Come, draw me clear away from here
Why should I heed you when you plead?

Oh, take me where no one will stare
But if I do, you’ll see me true.

Oh come, dear friend, from out your dream,
And why should I, O voice who calls?

Come float me down this silver stream.
But it will end in a waterfall!

I cannot wait, the hour’s late
I’ll hold a place for you, O friend.

I’ll jump in now, come through somehow.
Then, you will see me at the end.

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My second response to today’s NaPoWriMo prompt (Day 26 )

Tags: #CallandResponsePoem, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #RhymedCouplets

Apr 26, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry

Hear Not the Call; Do Not Respond
©April 26th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Come, fly the skies with roaring cries!
We shan’t, we won’t, O Thunderbolt!

Oh come, release the tops of trees!
But you’ll not win, O Typhoon winds!

Let’s burn the shade from all these glades!
Oh, that’s not done, O blazing sun.

Let’s churn the seas into boiling tea
We shall refrain, O Hurricane!

Let’s split the heaven with flashes seven
We’ll all revolt, O Lightning bolt!

We’ll come in peace, make tumult cease
We’ll take a stand, and save this land.

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My first response to today’s NaPoWriMo prompt (Day 26 )

Tags: #CallandResponsePoetry, #Couplets, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram

Apr 25, 2016 Original Poetry, sonnet

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Whisper

Whispers of Another Land
©April 25th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

To wave your oar at every ship that goes
Upon the waves on which you row your boat
Is foolishness, for all it does is show
The world around you that you are afloat.

The whispers of a land from far away
Are just the wake in which your vessel flies,
But now, distracted by the waves that play
You turn around with wheeling seabirds’ cries.

When whispers of another world are drowned
By shouts of glee and mirth that pass like mist
In mid-day sun before you run aground
You push your oar into the waves, resist!

When distant voices try to reel you in —
Come, let them pull you up above the din.

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P.S.  I seem to want to keep writing sonnets nowadays!

Tags: #Daily Prompt, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #The Daily Post, #TheDailyPost, #Whisper

Apr 24, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry, sonnet

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Borrowed

The Star-Poacher (On Borrowing)
©April 24th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

I was hungry; food had been denied me
I went abroad, my trusty net in hand
To hunt down stars which had been snagged by trees
I brought them down to eat, though they were banned.

I chased after a shooting star, but found
‘Twas full of salt and rock, and oily ore.
Besides, I liked to eat the light and sound
Of things I’d stolen from the Big Bang’s store

The moon came swimming by into my ken
I spread my net to catch her, but alack,
I fell in, but was hoisted there and then
Upon a passing comet’s friendly back.

Now, borrowing this comet’s tail I ride
To space to hunt and eat the stars that hide.

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Note:  I already wrote a Petrarchan sonnet yesterday for NaPoWriMo, but I thought I’d write a Shakespearean sonnet as well for today’s The Daily Post prompt, and cross-post it to NaPoWriMo.
(Somewhere deep within, I think I was inspired by Italo Calvino’s Cosmicomics, although I didn’t think about it consciously while writing this sonnet!  Calvino rules!)

Tags: #Borrowed, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #Shakespearean Sonnet, #TheDailyPost, #TheDailyPrompt

Apr 24, 2016 Free Verse, NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry

Lucubrations of a Doggy Sort
©April 24th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

I inveigle my canine companion
Into perambulating with me
Down the street
To do her doggy business.

Her Linty Goofiness
Sidesteps my urgent
Persuasions and entreaties
Staunchly, steadfastly refusing
To step onto the patch of grass

Oh no, not she!
What catches her fancy
Is a squirrel, bushy-tailed,
Impertinent, inquisitive,
Flashing its tail at her,
Semaphoring inter-species
Flirtation – or, could it be
That the squirrel wishes to 
Incite my dog’s not-too-hidden
Need for committing mayhem?

My dog, thus instigated
Tears around at the end
Of quivering leash,
Barking her head off,
While my inner self
Doubles over in helpless
Cachinnation, and my outer one
Vociferates fiercely
With loud and indignant calls.

The squirrel leaves,
Peace returns,
The dog meditates on
The grassy patch of a
Toronto sidewalk,
Leaves her scent
For another to comment on,
And trots serenely on,
With me in tow.

These and more shallow
Thoughts occupy
My sieve-like mind,
As I lucubrate
Over this pathetic
Efflux, and labour over
Ephemeral pursuits,
Like Poetry.

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In response to the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 24:

And last but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today I challenge you to write a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words. First, spend five minutes writing a list of overly poetic words – words that you think just sound too high-flown to really be used by anyone in everyday speech. Examples might be vesper, heliotrope, or excelsior. Now spend five minutes writing words that you might use or hear every day, but which seem too boring or quotidian to be in a poem. Examples might be garbage disposal, doggy bag, bathroom. Now mix and match examples from both of your lists into a single poem. Hopefully you’ll end up with a poem that makes the everyday seem poetic, and which keeps your poetic language grounded. Happy writing!

Tags: #DoggyBusiness, #Mix-and-Match-Poem, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram

Apr 23, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry, sonnet, Uncategorized

Curtain-Close
©April 23rd, 2016By Vijaya Sundaram

When the curtain falls, and it’s time to sleep
The long sleep, I’ll give thanks for life, and go
To where my spirit takes me, and you’ll know
‘Tis not the time to mourn – so, do not weep.

There are things I will toss, and things I’ll keep
Resentment and regret, these shall I throw
Disappointment will soon be next to go
Grief is harder, for it is far too deep

For tears or fare-thee-wells, with ties that bind
Us all across our flesh and blood and cell.
So do not cry.  For I’ll emerge from night
(Though I shall miss all those I’ll leave behind)
When I step forth among the stars to dwell
In clouds of nebulae to rest in light.

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P.S.  This is my VERY FIRST Petrarchan sonnet (and I tried my hand at sonnets as a form only since October of 2015)!  Yay!  Another form I finally tackled (and one I’d hitherto avoided, because I was worried I couldn’t do it)!

Petrarchan Sonnet: a sonnet form popularized by Petrarch, consisting of an octave with the rhyme scheme abbaabba and of a sestet with one of several rhyme schemes, as cdecde or cdcdcd.  Also called Italian sonnet.

And finally, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse! This means you can write a “sonnet” that doesn’t have meet all of the traditional formal elements, but still functions as a mini-essay of a sort. The main point is to keep your poem tight, not rangy, and to use the shorter confines of the form to fuel the poem’s energy. As Wordsworth put it, in a very formal sonnet indeed, “Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room.” Happy writing!

Tags: #DeathandBeyond, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #Petrarchan Sonnet

Apr 22, 2016 Free Verse, NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry

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

Forgive Us Now … And at the Time of Your Death
©April 22nd 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

She bloomed
In the chaos of night,
In the clang and clamor
Of her birth-pains,
In the clash and clutter
Of planets forming,
Re-forming,
Dying, becoming moons
Or clouds, or dust.

She birthed
Microbes and giants,
And sea-things and air-things
And ground-things,
In a frenzied burst
Of lonely lust
Of love, perhaps.

Hostile space
Pressing down, down upon her –
An untamed sun,
A runaway moon,
Gas-giants in the distance,
And nary a friend.
She formed and re-formed
Herself, my sui generis
My Earth.

She, my mother,
Whom I love beyond all
Whose trees I worship,
Whose animals I adore,
Whose horrors I fear,
Whose gifts I revere,
Dies before our eyes.

Weep!  Weep tears of blood!
Write pretty poetry!
Write paeans unending.
Write songs and ditties.
Dance for her,
Clear her air,
Plant more trees,
Halt her death,

Try!

Alas, you cannot,
You cannot,
You cannot.
Crumple down now,
Down on your knees,
Lift up your hands,
Cry!

Pray!

Ah yes, and do, please
Celebrate today,
Your Earth day!

Celebrate  – and beg for
Her forgiveness.

This is the sin
I will own.

Forgive us all.
Forgive me,

O My Mother.

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Also submitting this as my second Earth poem to NaPoWriMo:

Tags: #EarthDay, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost, #TheDailyPrompt

Apr 22, 2016 NaPoWriMo, Original Poetry, Rhymed couplets

Happy Earth-day – A Ragged Ditty
©April 22nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Good day, O Earth!
Emerged at birth
With storms and light
And endless night,
You burst to life
From bloodless strife.
And then, life grew,
And plants all new
Arose and filled
Your carbon mill
With pure air sweet,
Until our feet
Tromped far and wide,
With steps of pride.

And now, a shroud
Of methane clouds
From humankind’s
Polluting minds
Covers your world.
Still, you unfurl
Your petals fair,
And everywhere
Life grows and blooms,
Grows old in gloom,
And dies in time,
While sunny climes
Burn stridently,
And frozen ones
Melt silently.

Perhaps, She’ll live
And She’ll forgive
Our transgressions,
Our aggressions,
Our ignorance,
Restore balance
And leave us out –
Without a doubt
The one mistake
She will not make
This time around.
(In shame we’ll drown.)

But still I walk
These shaded woods
And still I talk
With hopeful “shoulds”
And still I hear
The bubbling streams
While I ignore
My troubling dreams.

For time is short
And life will end
Make space for creatures,
Be Earth’s friend
Love all of life,
And all that’s here
May peace and love
This planet steer.

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P.S.  Not my best poem, but I wanted to write one anyway.
(I’m a little tired, and need to sleep)

This is NaPoWriMo‘s prompt for Day 22:

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who also suggested our prompt for Day Seven. Today, Gloria challenges us all to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale. Happy writing!

Tags: #EarthDay, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram

Apr 21, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Locked

Locked Wor(l)ds
©April 21st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

In a room so far away
A lady lives a black dream,
Locked away from
Everyone she ever loved.

Cold she is, and full of dread
For, soon one day,
She’ll be dead to all,
And no one will ever
Know that she lived,
And loved, and danced
And sang, and made
A whole world come alive
Painting by painting,
Dance by dance,
Song by song,
Word by word.

The earth grew things
Under her words, and
Animals took shape
And so did birds,
Titans and gods walked,
And people stood upright.
Rivers flowed silver-clear.
Oceans grew whales,
And fish and lobsters,
And the sky grew birds,
And the land grew trees,
And the trees grew people.

And the people saw her,
Mocked and teased her,
Saw her fright, laughed
In fierce delight,
And sent her far, far
From them in loathing.

Now, disease grew
Death came, clothing the land
In Stygian gloom.
Rivers flowed blood-red
And brooks flowed mud-brown
Songs of joy soon turned to
Songs of sorrow, while
People paddled barges of dirges
Through water-hyacinth-clogged
Lakes, through rivers that
Slowed with time, which swung
This way and that, a pendulum
Between one world and the next.

For still, she made worlds,
Still she sang – her words were daggers
A piercing blade, full of rage,
Blind fury, love thwarted.

Staging a coup, her people
Found her, flung her in a tower
A star leaned down, single and cold
And a moon cut away a sliver
Of itself day after day – her moon,
Her star, her world, her doom.

And here she lies,
Alone, outcast, the Mother
Of all, the Maker of beasts,
The Giver of all things
Mutely, she stares
Into the glaring darkness
Of her locked room,
Blind with sadness.

Now, slowly, slowly, in a
Dream, she takes the key
(For she made it), kisses it,
Flings it into the
Waiting arms of night,
And slowly, slowly
She unmakes herself,
Taking her locked tower,
The people, the animals,
The fish and whales,
The birds, the rivers and brooks,
The star and moon,
Disease and death, barges and dirges
Hyacinth-clogged rivers,
Songs and dances, and words,
As she vanishes into a dream.

And somewhere, the key
Floats along on a stream
Of stars, far, far away.

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Tags: #Locked, #NewFairyTale, #NewMyth, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost, #TheDailyPrompt