avatarPriyanka Srivastava

Summary

A writer reflects at night on their unfinished balcony painting, the growth of their money plant, and the compulsion to write rather than paint, while also acknowledging the burden of their wandering poems and the search for poetic rest through Paper Poetry's Poemorama prompts.

Abstract

It's 10pm and the writer is contemplative in their greening balcony, surrounded by the sounds of rain and the sight of an unfinished painting. The scene evokes a sense of incompleteness and the desire to create, but through writing rather than painting. The writer feels like a nomad, their poems wandering without a place to settle, reflecting the restless nature of a creative mind. Despite fatigue, the writer is driven to animate the blank page with words. This personal reflection is set against the backdrop of Paper Poetry's Poemorama, a celebration of poetry that offers prompts to inspire and awaken the writer's voice.

Opinions

  • The writer finds solace and inspiration in the natural elements of their balcony, such as the rain and the money plant.
  • There is a sense of burden associated with the writer's dreams and the transient nature of their work, likened to being a refugee.
  • The writer expresses a strong preference for writing over painting at this moment, indicating a deeper connection with the written word.
  • The act of writing is seen as both a necessity and a source of exhaustion, yet it is an inescapable part of the writer's identity.
  • Paper Poetry's Poemorama is viewed positively, as a source of motivation and community for writers seeking to engage with poetry prompts.

Poemorama at Paper Poetry

The 10pm Reflection

The Writer’s Journal

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It’s 10pm and I am sitting alone in the balcony. The wall which I started painting a week back is still incomplete. I can see the money plant branching in four different directions. My balcony looks more green now and there’s that quiet hum of the raindrops quietly straining through the leaves. I am ignoring the paint tubes strewn on the table, today I don’t want to play with colours. I want to write.

I want to dream about that home which I have left behind. We writers will be always burdened by our dreams. I feel like a refugee sometimes because of my wandering poems. Always looking for a place to rest. I am tired but I can’t stop. I need to awaken this page. I need to write.

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