Months of the year Writing Prompt 2012 – begins tomorrow !

Extending another 15 days !

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The Idea : The challenge is to write about each month – all 12 of them in 1 or 12 different posts – either of this year, or of the past, or the future

TimeLine : Dec 1,2012 6:00 AM IST to Dec 31,2012 9:00 PM IST

Where to submit the posts : Here is the Page I have created for this year –  Months of the year 2012 writing prompt . Please leave your post links  in comments (along the month they cover) . I will be updating the page daily.

You can start linking the posts anytime. I will though publish the links from Dec 1.

See you there !

Much love !

Months of the year challenge is back !!

December is the mark of year end. 11 months gone. Sorrows, joys, smiles, tears, pain, success – you lived it all. Before these 11 months, you lived a lot many similar months.

Tell us about the special months. The challenge is to write about each month – all 12 of them in 12 different posts – either of this year, or of the past, or the future month you are awaiting for some reason – any thing, any form. The challenge lasts through out the month of December – Dec 1,2012 6:00 AM IST to Dec 31,2012 9:00 PM IST.

Hope to see you writing and sharing your memories and dreams with me.

This is the third year that I am hosting this prompt.

And again, I hope to make mew friends , be a part of some old friend’s memories and joys and know a little more of myself too. Come and share different aspects of each month – any form , any theme !! let it be the music that inspired you , or the new dish you learned .. Write !

Link your entries on the new page that I will start on dec 1.

For any doubts or queries , email me at : nimuegal(at)gmail(dot)com

Some questions from Last year :

12 posts for 12 months okay?
yes ! but I will not mind if the posts are less in number untill you mention all 12 months any how ..

Could be fiction/ non fiction?
yes ! any genre / form :)
I publish the posts on my own blog and send you the link?
exactly !! leave the link in comment section :) i will add them to main post on new page
And I have to write the posts over the month of December?
true .. the posts should all be done by 31st dec 2011
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you can check the last years entries at this page

Here is the wrap up post from 2010 !

Posts from 2011 are here

Page for year 2012

Dear Sister

Long time ago,
I sang few lines,
praises of you
and your love
that fills my time;
I wonder if you
remember this
or let those thoughts
behind some where
as you moved on;
so today I thoguht
to try once more,
to appeal to you
with my ways
of dealing words.
will you like
to hear of clothes
the fabrics and colors,
the random mix and match
some lovely, some odd?
Or would you prefer
to hear of the stuff
full of glitter and gloss,
part real,part not
some precious,some lost.
Or maybe you can
finally cherish
the spaces this poem charts,
the smiles that shine free
even as we stand world apart.


Prompted @ OSI , sunday Scribblings , OctPoWriMo

will I last ?

will I last all days ?
Its something
I stopped asking
a long time back;
time now lacerate
the passion to pen,
ripe ideas tempt me but
I do not comprehend;
I simply say to myself,
make it fun,
make this count;
read and write,
with dignity and pride;
make friends as you walk
spread words while you last.

This is the first thing that popped in ym head as I chanced upon Octpowrimo challenge . No way I can write 31 poems but I can sure try my best.

Also linked to 3WW

Beauty

To her , anything beautiful was art in making. The eyes greedily took notice of each line the creator made or bent, some exotic some just a pleasure to watch.  Often, when she stood naked in front of mirror,  she wondered how could he love her shapeless body . He wrote about beauty of her tears those nights.

The call that came,but late

It all started with this post by poohi.

that lead to a poem by Martin & poohi’s reply to the poem as detailed here.

And then i joined with these lines :

The call that never came,
did happen one fine day;
alas, it was a bit too late,

neither happy nor sad,
for the words exchanged,
the pain was too heavy
to carry its own weight,
the complaints too many
to be silenced by excuses of fate;
the eyes too parched
to cry and let things be fine,
the distances too large
to make you my sunshine;
The call that never came,
should never have changed,
neither happy nor sad,
yet disappointed by the same
Poohi replied to these these lines and that too is added to the above linked post.
Any more inspired thoughts or ideas ?
Do tell me about “a call” that came or not, on time or not !
Brian wrote another poem on “the call” .. I hope I could say this myself ..

She and him : Story#1

All she could remember was the smile he had given her when they first met across the smoky screens. And of course the nick name – Tamanna ,meaning  desire. She loved  it as much as she was close to him. And now, she had finally left him long behind in her life. Was she really so away from him, she wondered as she looked at her reflection in the window.

With such thoughts still floating in her head,she left the bed and opened the window.It opened to the view of mountains, and she smiled at the knowledge that he would have loved the view. Then she turned her attention to other important tasks of the day -  setting up the kitchen, unpacking the boxes and filling her bedroom. Other rooms were already furnished and decorated as part of the deal she made with the previous owners.

Once all was done, she opened the bag full of his memories  – his diary where he first confessed his love for her , his favorite pillow that still carried scent of his tears, his box of candies and his favorite pink socks. Now that she had managed to have him dead and buried in the operation theater, or as others would say, he had sacrificed to let her live instead,she could be herself, not the forced himself ! She smiled. It was a tough decision for him. but they had made it through the transition.It was worthy to be one , rather than die accommodating two in the same body.He was happy too, she knew, wherever he chose to be.

M

M , yells the prompt rule;
as i split this out of My name -
silently, i Muse to Myself,
Must write on M not “AM”
I gather the words i can recall
starting with M,having M,lots of M !
it gets interesting;
My Mind throws randoM words
but to pick just one ?
or Many tales be spun !

This was prompted @ Poets United [ to take third letter of your name (or pen name) and write on that.

Also submitted to Theme Thursday and G-Man’s Fridayflash55

Night of horror

She stood in the terrace of her tower and smiled at her sinful creation; her son from the devil , the lover of death, worse than she wanted him to be. And that made her feel so powerful. she hummed to herself and bounced from one brewing pot to another. He stood in the corner , watching her mix the ancient potions for him , his blood lust making him even more sinister, his lover waiting at the door steps to embrace other mortals.

A night of horror awaited the city.

This was the train of his desire, he knew. but how to convince her to let him board it, he mused.
Standing on the platform with him, she knew how badly he wanted to be on the train, only if she gave the slightest nod with her slender neck.

They both saw the train enter the platform , people getting in and out of it; she saw his restless fingers struggle to come out of his jeans pocket and touch some one;he saw her expressionless eyes scan the crowd around them and tilt her nhead in disapproval. Suddenly her eyes turned cold and dark, she turned to him and said in a haunting voice, “The next train will be your reward, if you can stay still till the arrival.”

He dare not move after that , till the next whistle filled the station. The next train arrived – full of people of all ages. The smiles hurt his head like hammers, the hugs and kisses were nothing but a blur to him as he was let free finally, to mingle in the crowd, to bruise some , grope others for fun,push a few over excited kids and mark the cosen ones to be dealt with later.

That night , death knocked on those doors behind which hid the marked humans.He sat and watched them twist and turn in dreams at his will. He laughed when they screamed, and kissed them goodbye as his poisonous fangs went red with their blood. These were the purest of souls he fed upon, the ones that made him more like the devil with each soul he sucked.
  Tomorrow another train will change some more lives.

Prompted @ Monday Inspiration and Sunday Picture Press

Forms of #5Line poetry

May 2011 : Int'l 5 line poetry Month

Tina Nguyen  { @TinaNguyen  } has invited all to be a part of May 5 Line poetry Month on her blog and the Gogyohka junction.

So I decided to do a post on different 5 line poetry forms I could remember knowing or reading about :

Gogyohka : Gogyohka is five lines of free verse on any subject matter. There is no set syllable pattern, however the poem should be short and succinct. The goal is to compellingly capture an idea, observation, feeling, memory, or experience in just a few words.

More details

Along this i also found a mention of Gogyoshi which also is a 5 line poem.

Fib : is an experimental Western poetry form, but based on the Fibonacci sequence (1/1/2/3/5/8) Traditionally that started with 6 -lines, now can be written in as many lines. The only restriction is to use the mentioned sequence as syllable count in each line.

Cinquain : A general term for 5 line poems with a set pattern.Either word count / syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2 is most commonly known. There is another pattern used for ease of expression : noun – 2 adjectives – 3 ing words – a phrase – synonym of noun [ this is also referred to as didactic cinquain]

More details can be found at wiki and  here

Limerick : are usually humorous, and are composed of 5 lines, in an a. a. c. c. a. rhyming pattern. In addition, the first, second and fifth lines are usually 3 anapestic feet (uu/, 2 unstressed followed by 1 stressed) each.

two excellent resources: OEDILF on Writing A Limerick and Speedy Snail’s Limerick Rhythm and Meter. as shared by Kane on her limericks blog

Tanka : is a japanese form of poetry with syllable patterns as 5-7-5-7-7 , where the care is to be taken that both the first three and the last three lines can stand on its own and make a sensible poetry. (More details here)

Lanterne : 5 – line poetry in shape of japanese lantern and having syllable count as 1-2-3-4-1 , each line able to stand on its own with or without a title. (Wiki link)

CINQKU : (As detailed here) is a fixed-form five line tanka/cinquain image poem without a title in 17 syllables,concise with a surprise or turn in lines 4/5

ABC poem  : has 5 lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses – and the first word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word. Line 5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter.

Another version says that ABC poem can have any number of line but the restriction with that the lines start with Alphabets in order.

Envelop Quintet :  Rhyme pattern of abbba / abcba ( Details here )

Other links to check:

A general view of 5-line poetry Styles with link

A sample Pentastich on Pentastich

So Write on people !! Let 5 lines talk like 500 ;)

Come back,will you ?

From Magpie Tales

desires blossom
seeds of not so random thoughts
grow deep in my head

It was dream, now I know. But I wish I had not been smiling about it still. Friends adorning the flashing images like jewels in a king’s crown. But does my life looks any brighter ?  Isn’t it obvious I was thinking of you subconsciously ? Laughing with a childhood friend on a silly joke , teaching how to make tea for another , meeting two of them for lunch , and suddenly finding myself alone in bed. The dream was still on i assume since i was not in my own bed. I do not want to think about the feeling of being in his bed – he who swore to never return.

pain flows,relished
in the bitter taste of tears
painted in my dreams

Isn’t it foolish to have my joys at mercy of other’s presence. Or is it a valid human behaviour to miss the people we care for. Only if some one cared enough to notice that. I pick each dream and replace the people in them with one from my present. The ones whose thought make me smile – not as good as the dream but at least i know it’s for real.

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Written for Magpie Tales , 3WW , Sensational haiku Wednesday , Monday Writing prompt

Happy b’day sweetheart

Joys shared, tears shed,
dreams soared, hearts bled,
hopes born, fears put to death
all this and everything you knew,
you compliment me and my love for you.
what would we be without this truth.

today its your special day and no one would be happier than me – to find you, nurture you and protect till now and to keep doing it forever. Love you buddy , love you lots..

happy birthday my blog. Keep growing strong my dear..

Abuses

once they begin coming out
it’s a wonder they ever stop;
memory tested to hurt best
and verbal prowess for effect
expansion of horizons happen
parents,relatives – all pulled in
the slandering goes on,non stop
the hurt mounts on,and so on
if silence follows,tears fill in the gap
broken bonds lie in sorrow’s lap -
Forgotten for a moment,
bruised for a lifetime.

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Prompted @ NaPoWriMo [ Day 13 - A fast (5 min) poem on something very fast]

Poetry sites where you can share your stuff (via Luna’s world of Beauty, Hopes & Dreams)

Apart from the sites mentioned here, I would also recommend the following places i love to haunt :

One single Impression [ onesingleimpression.blogspot.com]

One Stop Poetry [onestoppoetry.com]

We Write Poems

Write On !!
Hope to see a lot more of poetry in April from all of you :)

Jingle Poetry holds their rally every Sunday and lasts 72hrs Note: you need to read and comment on 8poems. http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ Poets United also holds thier pantry on Sundays. Theirs lasts all week you can submitt up to three. http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/ Promising Poets Parking Lot holds their rally every Thursday. Note: you need to read and comment on 18 poems. http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/ Writers Island Fo … Read More

via Luna’s world of Beauty, Hopes & Dreams

I will also try to post a compilation of the day’s prompts in my post from tomm [ fingers crossed to have that time]

Solitude-tanhai

the winds decide to drop
the words and wishes in your lap
solitude talks loud..

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Lonely I am, not the memories
neither i share this with my dreams;
you will be back one day,
so screams even the hurting distances

(These lines are translation of the following lines i wrote in my native language Hindi, long back on margins of a novel i was reading.)

tanha mai hoon,yaadein nahi,
na hi khwaab akele rehte hain;
tum aaogi laut kar ek din,
mujhse ye faasle kehte hain…

 

Submitted to Z to A challenge – S

Image Source

With(out) you

“Move on !” you would have yelled;

“Get a life !” i hear at  each bend;

is that life worth all these tears;

wondering, each time recoil in fear.

I am used to spend nights crying

At each failure,i still  keep trying

that someday you would be blocked

your words in my head will stop.

Choices i have,laid straight for me

forget you and regain my peace

but the promise that i made to you

to not fade away,i have to make true.

wherever i be,or with anyone

in  my heart’s corner you will dwell

this is my choice i want to live with

in my dreams where you still exist.

Prompted @ OSI

His food

He was hungry.

Not the usual “I want to eat/read/write/have sex type hungry”
He could have enough of anything he wanted – yeah, even sex too.
Yet, he had the feeling he was hungry. He wanted more.
He wanted ..  Well he did not just know what did he want.
And then he met her – And evetything made sense to him in that moment

He was hungry to be troubled – no one he ever met could make him feel NOT wanted.But her looks did – her arrogance gave him a high , her indifference was his favorite food. Her words of rebuke were his song, her cruel smiles were his reward for persuing her still.

And then she decided to acknowledge his efforts – She went to him and slapped him hard. That night he slept peacefully after weeks.  Next day they went for their first date.

 

(I would have never daredto explore my writing in this direction except for 2 people whom i have lately been reading. This is for you guys. Thanks)

Turn back time

Her husband did not approve of magic and  She loved him too much to accept doing it - she would be dead without any of them. Today she gave birth to another angel. And now was the time for final act of magic - to make sure she lived with her forever. She became her angel’s twin. 

This story was inspired by the thought of turning back time for yourself – and this was the best i could think of a reason for doing it.

Inspired from the image at Thursday Tales ,

Also Submitted also to Friday flash 55

Month of the year challenge – final Update

In total of 70 posts were submitted to the challenge posted by following 16 bloggers :

Jingle , Vivinfrance, Victoria, LadyNimue , Victoria Hendricks, Ibeingme, Nanka , Leo , Kavita, SomeoneIsSpecial, Tweety, Viv, Sumit Sarkar, Priyanka, Shail, Willie Wizzy

 Find all the posts linked to the page on my blog :  Challenge#1 Month of the Year

Thank you to all those who wrote and more to the ones who read and commented on these posts !

 Till next challenge , Happy Blogging :)

Keep writing awesome :)

challenge#1 Months of the year challenge

December is the mark of year end. 11 months gone. Sorrows, joys, smiles, tears, pain, success – you lived it all. Before these 11 months, you lived a lot many similar months.

Tell us about the special months. The challenge is to write about each month – all 12 of them in 12 different posts – either of this year, or of the past, or the future month you are awaiting for some reason – any thing, any form. The challenge lasts through out the month of December – Dec 1,2010 6:00 AM IST to Dec 31,2010 6:00 PM IST.

Hope to see you writing and sharing your memories and dreams with me.
Link your posts in the comment section in the page created (linked above the header of the blog):

http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/challenge1-months-of-the-year/