Today, the challenge is to write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet.

 Here’s mine abecedarian poem, though I found it a little restrictive but yet enjoyed writing it. 

 

The sky is mine

 

A handful of sky, I wish we all had; my sky would be

Beaming with little things that offered me joy

Celestials to illuminate my night, my piece of Earth, my life

Difficult, does it seem, or diffident, should I be? I wasn’t sure

Excited I was, eager I grew, at the thought of this ecstasy

Fantasy, ever heard? Creative, dreamer, or a visionary, whatever you may call me

Granny then enquired, in her kind, sweet voice,

‘Honey, why do you want a handful of sky? The infinite blue is yours to claim; galaxy won’t mind; even the heavenly bodies await to

Illuminate your Earth, every day and every night.’

Jubilantly, I stared at the vastness of azure

Knowing that sky was mine to claim

Life found new purpose; dreams seemed attainable

Meaning of joys and pleasures redefined

New crests and pinnacles, I aspired to reach

Opportunities emerged out of nowhere

Positive outlook, was all I endorsed; procrastination, I needed to

Quit,

Rationale of existence and,

Sanctity of relations,

That became the truth to guide my subsistence.

Utopia is, where at peace, I feel; Earth, Sky or, some place in between.

Vacillate, I often, as

We all humans do, at the contours of time, facing challenges in the

Xystus called life

Yet

Zestfully, every day I stare, at the vastness of my sky!

 

©Vandana Bhasin

19.04.2019

napo2019button1

 

 

Advertisement