NaPoWriMo Day 14: 

Today’s optional prompt asks you, like Alice Notley, to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically, I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/poepl that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like. There are as many ways to go with this prompt as there are ways to be inspired.

 


 

Poem: Who propels my poetry?

 

Poetry? Nah! I’d never dreamt of writing

Until a chance discovery, I think I would call it

The day I quilled the first few verses

The picture of a young girl dancing breezily

Wings of freedom” was all I could see

And that’s how I stepped into the world of poetry

 

 

Words of acumen by men of great feat

Stimulate my brain, prompting me to trace

My questions and notions, my whining and musings

Be it Maya Angelou or Oprah Winfrey;

Khalil Gibran or Paulo Coehlo;

Vivekananda or Buddhist teachings

 

 

The marvels of nature hold me in awe

I drift to a magical world as I soak my pen in these

Oceans and hills, valleys and beaches

Sun-kissed flowers and rain soaked trees

Embellish my blank sheet miraculously

As I turn into a poet to spell my experiences

 

 

Emily Dickinson- never fails to inspire me

Shakespeare? Yes, I admire him

Oh I’m an aficionado of Hindi and Urdu poetry

Gulzar, Ghalib, Javed Akhtar or Mir;

The way it touches the soul, it moves me to the core

And then springs the desire to word what I feel

 

 

Well, how can I not credit my poetic fraternity

Who inspires every moment with its emphatic verses

The challenging prompts, the incessant calls to writing

The various poetic forms, the unlimited resources

As I take cognizance of mundane and extraordinary

To forage my unrelenting urge to learning

 

 

Poetry is everywhere, I strongly believe,

In laughter, in tears, in friends and fears

Emotions often coerce me to voice my beliefs

Love instills a feeling that warrants poetry

Sometimes it’s a desire to attest to the world

That I do exist; don’t overlook my identity

 

 

But no matter what I write or who inspires me to write

It’s for me, myself, that I indulge in poetry!

 

                                                                                    ©Vandana Bhasin

14.04.2020

 

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