I have been bitten by the infamous Poetry-bug; and it is an exhilerating state-of-mind. It compels you to think in rhythm and in sync and coats everything around with thin film of poetic dream. Even the most mundane of things seems extraordinary....and as everything around you seems to have grown a personality of their own, you feel obligated to record this transient phase.
Long story short here's my second attempt to poem exercise 64 :"in tranced fixation of an object before you". This time the object of my affection was a post- modern pen-holder.
Title: A post-modern pen-holder
In your orbital body
you can hold so much unwritten wealth.
You are beautiful and rich with
Sunflower fossils for decoration.
Through your plastic prism body
you transform reality.
A stray branch trapped inside you
You are mercilessly uncompromising.
You are solid and you are real.
A winter garden immortalised
within you. You are loyal to
your duties and you have to
offer- a weapon to write to
anyone who wishes to.
--------------------------------(Tracy)
Hmm I think I should really try some other exercise...before I start giving life to every material object around me.
That would be one scary, surreal world. Anyways in my next blog I shall post some of my actually published poems.
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