Curfew: Day 44

Lockdown writing: ten things about The Poem.

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1. When you open the door of The Poem, anything
can walk in. But look closer, inside and outside are

now one. What about these faces, are they arriving or
leaving? Where do you think you are standing? 2. Don’t

write about love. Love, like a story, demands an ending.
Everything searches for purpose and meaning. The Poem

will end the minute it has had enough. When there is
nothing more to say. 3. When a small word falls and rolls

under the table, under the bed, under a star or disappears
under the sky, make yourself even smaller and follow it.

 

what did you say –
that this damp twilight
now rhymes with darkness and dawn

 

 

Also read:
Curfew: Day 43

10 thoughts on “Curfew: Day 44

    1. Seems like forever, doesn’t it. And another 10 days to go. Though, even if the lockdown is lifted, wonder what normal will be like. The virus isn’t going away.

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  1. I love this, Rajani! We know so well as poets that anything can walk through a poem door, I like the thought that love demands an ending. My favourite is the small word rolling away, escaping – that happens to me all the time!

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