#NaPoWriMo Day 7: Safe And Sound.

Today’s prompt by napowrimo.net was an exhausting one to follow because I don’t really do poetry by the rules. I cannot, for the life of me, follow a syllabic count. But because we’re here, challenging ourselves, growing, trying to expand ourselves as poets, I thought that I would give it a try. I get the whole point of trying to convey deep emotions in concise words, but that’s just not me.

I opted for this format called the ‘fib’ which is a six-line poem with 20 syllables in total, where the syllables in each line progress according to the Fibonacci series. The syllabic count in a fib is supposed to go 1/1/2/3/5/8. I chose to do this variant of the fib where the entire poem is written in multiple fib stanzas, where every second stanza is in the reversed fib format.

Before you go ahead, go check out my best friends’ works on their pages (Kittu’s Modern Mixtape and Amour Infini) to read their wonderful poems.

And now, I hope you like my first attempt at fib poetry! Don’t miss the endnotes to know more about the poem! Xx

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Burn,
Gleam,
Twinkle,
And shine bright,
The star that you are,
Gracing the heavens up above,

Burning in effervescent light,
In all your glory,
Who could meet
Your grace?
Real.
Brave.

Slow,
True,
Golden,
Your fire
Setting souls in flames,
To ashes and dust once again.

Incinerating to nothing
Our meaningless prides,
We’re, but, specks,
Too small,
Weak,
Blind.

Stuck,
Tied,
One with
This cursed life,
Nowhere we can go
To hide away from the trials

We have all been forced to endure,
No voices speak up loud,
Souls silenced,
Lives lived,
Carved,
Inked.

Wreathed,
Bound
By threads
Of soft silk,
Wrapped in flowers white,
Dotted with creamy, gentle pinks,

A memory of some past life,
That now lives in stars,
Far away,
Blinking,
Stunned,
Bright.

Clear,
Pure,
Crystal,
Like diamonds
Cutting through the dark,
From millions of light-years far,

Pin-pricks of gentle, silver peace,
Adorning wan skies,
Close your eyes
And dream,
Safe,
Sound.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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It is such a wonderful feeling to be able to paint an image and get a message across in such concise words. This poem is about trials. Nothing comes easy. There is always some kind of trial that we’re either going through or about to go through, and it’s the same with the stars that we love to look at. From a distance, they look like polished gems, but they really are just the literal definition of the term ‘hot mess’. Never believe what looks perfect on the surface because it never really is. There is so much more to things than we can see, and that is the beauty of life. I hope you liked reading this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Yours truly,
The Shubhster. Xx

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