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NaPoWriMo : Day 28 (2) – Why I write

The prompt was to write a poem on poetry. And I did write it last night; at the stroke of midnight.

Then I read a lot of beautiful poetry of fellow participants; poems that set me thinking, that kept me awake. I’m not sure when I did fall asleep but a few hours later when I opened my eyes to the sound of the cuckoo bird, and this poem wrote itself. There was no way I could stop it. So here it is – ‘Why I write’


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I lie awake on my bed

Long after the lights are out and the night is dead

And wonder why is it I write poetry-

Is it for others’ or just for me?

I see a lone star in the sky

From where, on my bed I lie-

And feel a surge of emotion

They are my master, they lead me on, I must follow their direction

In cascades they come – rumble, tumble;

Drum beats in my ear, and to myself I mumble-

Words and verses on that lone star

That watches me toss on my bed, from afar

I close my eyes; now is not the time, this is the time to rest

But they hold me ransom, this is a true master’s test

Wake up I must and let them see the light of day

Or be held captive by their wrangling; my solitude threatened; they cannot stay

Get them out on paper; I must lay them down

Doesn’t matter the order- the word, the verb, the noun

Show them to the world or not-

Doesn’t matter; but I can’t let them ferment and rot

Let them flow, let them breathe

And let them not within me seethe

For I want to be free; free, free

And this is the only way they’ll allow me to be-

So I write; words, verses and what the world calls a poem

To save me, my soul, from the brewing mayhem

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  1. I remember doing an exercise on why I write at a writing course and it was quite an emotional experience to let those feelings out – a wonderful depiction of your passion for writing and the fact that writing is often a compulsion that we can’t resist 🙂

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    • Yes, when I got about to answering the question, it felt like an ocean, so many layers, each one deeper than the other…why I write. Thank you so much for sharing your experience of the same🌷

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