Today I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem of your own- which are poems about poems.
Sculpting poetry Poetry is a science; poetry is an art Poetry is passion; a form of meditation A poem isn’t some words, awaiting to be explored For a poem to born, it needs inspiration Words look for a stimulus, everywhere around- morning sun, daily errands or rainfall, some piece of news, politics or a book Memories dear to heart or intricacies of life In the cocoon of silence, my mind attempts to listen to the voices in my head deciphering the words, sheathed by sub conscious emotions supplementing gaps, to bring verses to life The lyrics of my heart, you read as my poems- like a canvas painted with varied hues, my poems glisten with colors of my reflections, my feelings provide contrast and contour Into a magical world, poetry takes me, where I weave dreams through words with fairies of rhymes and forms with angels of syllables I often read my words and left to ponder- do verses touch the heart or the heart prompts the verses ©Vandana Bhasin 28.04.2019
Vands, we both said poetry was meditation…:) Isn’t that a crazy coincidence or what?
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Now we know another reason, why we get along so well 🙂 ❤️
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Yes!!!
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Poetry can never be without heart…beautifully written !
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Absolutely true! Thanks for your lovely words
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My pleasure Vandana.
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Agreed on each word and sentence…well written
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I enjoyed the idea of ‘subconscious emotions supplementing gaps”…
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I’m so glad to hear your encouraging words. Many thanks dear
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You’re most welcome
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