Today was my workshop day and I spent a day amongst talented people writing and discussing poems.
Here is one of my poems from the workshop.
The Shard
Chitra Soundar
16-Jul-2012
A monk quiet in meditation
eyes open, reflecting on his surroundings
breathing in pungent smoke atop the fragrant market
his glass tongue licking the breasts of pregnant clouds
the touch of a glass nun impatient of her maiden life.
The Sound of Silence
Chitra Soundar
16-Jul-2012
As the world goes on noisily, the earth spins on its axis, in silence.
The forest grows, a sprout at a time, in serious silence.
The coral reef breathes underneath a noisy ocean spreadings its silent carpet
The snow falls on the tall mountains, its stampede muffled by its own previous fall.
They speak to each other in signs, their hands moving, their throats grunting, but hearing nothing.
These are literally the first draft of these poems. But the workshop today emphasised the depth of the senses, the techniques and the various dimensions.
Tomorrow, I am doing another workshop with John Glenday. I have been listening to him read his poems and give interviews. And I am sure tomorrow is going to be fantastic too.
I have in a way opened myself up to critique and feedback by posting these on the blog. So do feel free to give me your comments.
I will write about tomorrow’s workshop in tomorrow’s post.
May the words take wings!