National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#19: Write a poem taking the cue from Dan Brady’s suggestion that erasure/word banks can allow for compelling repetitive effects. Today we challenge you to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.
One, two, three. They were five actually. I count the goats out. They were walking on the narrow ridge along the broken bank of the waterbody–it is neither a pond nor a river–something in between. There were storms last night. Twins actually. Hurled within few minutes. The late noon sun thus seems to be wet, but, it is the verdant nature’s whose green calm the eyes. The office car was at minimal speed letting enjoy this scenic beauty; air-condition in the car is the issue not letting the sultry warm heated young summer to touch us. The road is a national highway, and it leads to one of the UNESCO world heritage site, Sundarban. Once I fantasized while going to the office a Royal Bengal Tiger standing in front of the car. Then I had a laugh. The laugh at my own thoughts. There goes the bazaar, and now a pair of bumpers, they work not only as speed breaker but also as the jerks to shake off my drowsiness. Here’s the petrol pump. The byway divided into two. The left goes, near to sixty to seventy kilometers, to the jungle and the right, hundred or two-hundred meter, to our destination.
One, two, three. Five actually.
The goats were walking on the narrow broken bank
Of the waterbody, neither a pond nor a river–something in between.
There were storms last night. Twins actually.
The wet verdant nature’s green calm the eyes.
Air-condition in the car not letting the sultry (and) heated young summer
To touch us.
The road leads to Sundarban.
Once I fantasized a Royal Bengal Tiger standing in front of the car.
I had a laugh at my own thoughts.
There goes the bazaar.
A pair of bumpers, jerks off my drowsiness.
Here’s the petrol pump.
The byway divided.
The left goes to the jungle; the right to our destination.