Thoughts

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #65

PROMPT FOR THIS WEEK

Too much of consumerism

disrupted

the balance of nature

Kings, Maharajas,

politicians, businessmen, rich

were busy in money making

as money brings POWER

public, either terrified to raise a voice

or whining for their sorrows, or

oblivious to nature’s balance

accepting all as their destiny, gods fury

Some had a clear vision

the first on to start a movement to save sacred trees

along

with Bishnoi Villagers

dared to raise a voice and saved the trees

it took 363 lives to awaken the people from their slumbers

then came CHIPKO MOVEMENT

led by

Sundarlal Bahuguna, who explained to villagers

of the importance of trees to the environment

of the soil erosion due to the cutting of trees

of draught

of pollution, pure air

very slowly people were awakening

whole India was stirred by

Save Silent Velly Movement

Jungle Bachao Andolan

Appiko Movement

Today I thought we should discuss a bit on poetry and yourself.

I think we can all agree that we pour part of ourselves into the words we write. Even when writing fiction, we tend to include our fears and moral element.

We can also write poetry and fiction in different perspectives. The most common ones are first person and third person singular but I sometimes experiment also with second person and pluralis.

The problem is how much of our identity we use when writing in first person. In fiction it has become quite common to write fiction in first person, but I have found through comments and reading that there is a higher degree of honesty required in poetry. This difference I find quite interesting and it also bridges over to another aspect of writing about someone else.

To me this is delicate balance, of course I can never…

my thoughts
put to paper
my safe space
where sentience
becomes
more
substantive

willing exposure
deciding
to share
myself
with others
I
figure out
who
I am

This week’s prompt:

Poem

after the sun departs and we are greeted by constellations
or what we could see past the rising light of the city
The elitists of the day go home
A time of opportunities has gone down with the day
But what would the night bring us?
The start of a new journey and to be one with the city
Never in the eyes of a 9-5 type

Source: https://hellopoetry.com/words/buildings/

Like his mum’s teeth, it was at night when he came out.

He liked being out in the dark. He could hide in the shadows, pretend he was someone he wasn’t, avoid confrontation by slipping into the alleys and gulfs of society and no one would notice or care.

The daylight worried him, he was far too vulnerable, visibility was not all people thought it was as exposure brought scrutiny and he never wanted any of that.