Saturday, September 19, 2015

Ocean of Love...

Vast and deep, as is
My love,
Pure and transparent, as is
My love
Always there, as is
My love

A dip can give thee highest ecstasy, as is
My love
A look can show thee true self, as is
My love
Extends beyond the lines of horizon, as is
My love.

Has been there since the beginning of time, as is
My love
Will be there till the end of world, as is
My love
Older than the oldest, yet newer than the newest, as is
My love

Rise and rise, fall and rise, as is
My love
Waiting for the river to complete its journey and merge into, as is
My love....

~Aarohi

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Found Poetry - October Blues

My next few posts are going to be assignments from this workshop that I am undertaking - 'Sharpened Vision - A Poetry Workshop' through coursera. Do share your views! :)
My first assignment is to write a Found Poem, details of which are given at the end of this post.

October Blues...
October arrived,
spreading a damp chill over the grounds 
and into the castle. 

Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, 

was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds 
among the staff and students. 

Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, 

though it left the drinker 
smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. 

Ginny Weasley, who 

had been looking pale, 
was bullied into taking some by Percy. 

The steam pouring from 

under her vivid hair, gave the impression 
that her whole head was on fire.



Raindrops the size of bullets 

thundered on the castle windows 
for days on end; 

the lake rose, 

the flower beds turned into muddy streams, 
and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. 

Oliver Wood's enthusiasm 

for regular training sessions, however, 
was not dampened, 

Which was why Harry was to be found, 

late one stormy Saturday afternoon  
drenched to the skin and splattered with mud...

( Above is an Poemified excerpt from the book Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets, chapter 8- Deathday Party as a part of execerise for a poetry workshop )

(Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning. The resulting poem can be defined as either treated: changed in a profound and systematic manner; or untreated: virtually unchanged from the order, syntax and meaning of the original. The concept of found poetry is closely connected to the revision of the concept of authorship in the 20th century: as John Hollander put it, "anyone may 'find' a text; the poet is he who names it, 'Text'".- Wikipedia )