Jan 19, 2017 Free Verse, Original Poetry
The Tao of Tiredness
©January 18th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
I waste time like there’s no tomorrow
I borrow from my future, wandering
In place, as I squander the Now,
And scatter my largesse
To the fainting hours.
I sit, and let my cells multiply
And die, as I contemplate
What the present holds,
As I hold a glass of water
And stare at nothing.
I resist sleep, and resist action.
I resist factions and subtract
Any attempt at thought
From what I ought to do
I must be content, but I’m spent.
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Jan 10, 2017 Free Verse, Original Poetry, Uncategorized
Wake, Awake
©January 10th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
When the day narrows to a point,
And blue-white night expands,
I bob, laughingly in the wake
Of all I intended to do,
Holding tightly on to the
Silken, translucent thread
That keeps me above water,
The thread spooling before me,
While I, skidding lightly
Behind it, grow giddy with
Uncertain, heady anticipation
Of all that I plan to do
First thing
Tomorrow.
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Tags: #Being Awake, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #Procrastination, #Wake
Sep 11, 2015 Writing 101
So, today’s assignment was this, in part: Today, write a response to one of these tweets. Shape your post in any way you choose — agree or disagree with the tweet, or use it as a starting point for a story, personal essay, poem, or something else.
Now, while I dislike Twitter, I see its uses, and have an account. I won’t disclose it here. In any case, I decided I’d look no further than the five tweets our hostess suggested, being unwilling to go onto Twitter. I chose this one:
I can’t decide if procrastination kills creativity or is essential to it. ~Grant Snider
Procrastination has always been my biggest failing (and I want no lectures about it here, thank you!), but I always seem to get there in the end, and usually on time, so I haven’t let it conquer me — yet!
Anyway, I thought about writing a response to this pithy saying, but wanted to put it off until tomorrow. Then, it dawned on me that putting it off would not be helpful, so I decided to write about it.
However, since nothing creative has come from this effort, I’ve come to the conclusion that procrastination must be essential to creativity.
On the other hand, that proves nothing. I might still be uncreative tomorrow.
What can I say?
Well, it’s chores and nighty-night for me, folks!
Nice being here, albeit for only a short while this evening!
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On the other hand, I did write a poem on July 26th about this very topic, Procrastination.
Would I be considered lazy if I made a link to it here?
Thanks for reading!
Cheers!
Dreamer of Dreams
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#writing 101
Tags: #Post, #Procrastination, poem link
Dec 9, 2013 Original Short Stories
Tags: #Couplets, #Original Poem, #Procrastination, chores, Ditty, panic, putting off, tasks, Work
Mar 19, 2013 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, the surreal and the unreal, Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Snow Day–A Poem
©By Vijaya Sundaram
March 19th, 2013
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Woke up today to snow!
No school!
Feel like a child …
Alas, the feeling ends there.
Work calls.
I cover my ears
Pretend not to hear.
Nope. It’s insistent,
Like an unwanted visitor
Leaning on the doorbell.
Silence in the house.
No pulse stirs the walls,
Breath is suspended.
Lips parted, couched in bed, I wait,
Willing my intruder to vanish
Into the snow whence it came,
But it waits. It is patient.
I grumble and grouse.
I stop my ears with my fingers.
I go, la, la, la, la, la.
I arise, drink coffee, look out
See all that piled up snow.
I tend to my child,
Listen to my husband playing guitar.
But work always waits.
Quiet, brutally determined,
Work waits, arms crossed,
Infinitely aged and weary.
And I long for the quietude
Of my final rest.
I yearn, I yearn, I yearn
For my final rest.
Alas, I know my work
Will follow me there.
It is not to be spurned, rejected
Cast aside. It is wedded to me.
Sighing, I get up, allow my breath
To resume its rise and fall
And, with rueful smile,
I open the door.
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Tags: #Original Poetry, #Procrastination, Snow Day, Work