Wednesday 23 January 2008

Daily Spark Word: Drop

I have decided to use my blog to encourage other people to write daily as well. I know at the moment this blog is read by barely anyone, but it's for myself as much as for others. If you do happen to come across this, and would like to participate, then fantastic! All you have to do is comment on this post and, using the daily theme, write a poem in any style on the Spark Word.

Today's Spark Word is Drop. My attempt is below.

Winter

dewdrops on the window
hiding raindrops outside
and teardrops inside
dropping drippily into my lap

9 comments:

Unknown said...

"I know at the moment this blog is ready by barely anyone, but it's for myself as much as for others."

I know that sentiment :) You don't need many readers, just one or two good readers.

I write to and in spite of myself. Sometimes I sit down with an intention. And then, something else comes out - if I let it. If I don't, it becomes a struggle, trying to fit my writing into the frame of "I want to write about this or that". The only solution is to always write when it feels like it, otherwise I would be constantly out of time and sync. I may intend something NOW, but I have to let it find its own time.

If you visit my blog, you won't be able to read it (unless you know Hungarian). Perhaps later, I'll start one in English. After I settle down in HCMC later this year. Word games only work in my native language... for now.

Miss Ticket Stubs said...

Thanks for your detailed comments! I understand exactly what you mean about sitting down with the intention of writing one thing, but writing something completely different. I find if I try to control my writing, I end up writing something too stiff and unnatural, so I try to be as flexible as possible.

If you want to contribute any Hungarian poetry, it's more than welcome! In poetry, sound can transcend words, and there's something beautiful about knowing something has meaning but not being in the priveleged who understand it (which is rare as a native English speaker!).

By HCMC - do you mean Ho Chi Minh City, or is it another obvious abbreviation I'm too silly to spot?

Unknown said...

Yes, Saigon :) Found your blog scrolling down here:
http://www.blogcatalog.com/posts/saigon

Looking forward to live there. Which reminds me, I have one English post here:
http://abmolnar.blogspot.com/2007/12/tefl-jelentkezs.html

There you'll find the reasons of my being... unskilled myself :)

Poems are accidents for me - they are very few so far :) short musings, a good sentence or another here and there, that's what I do. I'll try to translate some that are translatable.

Miss Ticket Stubs said...

Ah! I see! Good to know my poetry is weaving it's way around the internet! I was in Ho Chi Minh City in December 2005, and I absolutely loved it. The poem I wrote is from one of the defining moments of the trip: my boyfriend and I had just arrived, and we spent the evening drinking and watching the crazy, busy world of Ho Chi Minh City go by. It remains one of my favourite cities - you'll have a great time :)

I read your entry on how you fell into teaching. You are like a number of my friends - too creative to find a suitable vocation, too intelligent to do nothing, wanting to make a difference, and so teaching seems the most logical direction. I think TESOL is the most rewarding form of teaching, so I am sure you will enjoy this career move. I volunteered at an English school for a couple of days in Nha Trang - it was a lot of fun! Challenging, yes, but also fun.

My travel website is hosted elsewhere, but you may be interested in my journal entries from Vietnam: http://www.textick.com/index.php/archive/category/travel/vietnam/page/2/

Kat Mortensen said...

I'll get back to you with this. I've put you in our poet's ring - please check out my blog and see what you think.
It would be appreciated if you could add me to your blogroll.
Kat

Unknown said...

Thank you for your kind comments.

I have a terribly short attention span. If I read something good, I begin to feel restless (emotianial overflow?), and cannot continue... Ok, once in a while I'm able to finish a novel, but the better it is, the less likely that I'll finish it :) Currently I'm "struggling" with Virgina Wolfe's Waves - such beautiful sentences!

So I began to read brief texts, poetry, musings, like those of Paul Valéry (my favourite author). Your blog is a godsend. It adds to my pool of daily fixes of words, sounds, smells - small sparkling impressions.

Miss Ticket Stubs said...

Thanks, Molnar! Glad I can be of assistance!! It's quite fun starting my day with writing some quick poetry as well - it makes me feel like, no matter what else happens during the day, I've done something creative.

I understand what you mean about good writing taking awhile to read - I'm the exact same. The more I like the something, the more I luxuriate over the words and the slower I read. I end up not wanting to miss a word.

I am yet to read The Waves, but it is on my 'To Read' list. I loved 'Mrs. Dalloway', so it's just a matter of time before I get to her other works.

Anonymous said...

Where does the salt come from?
The salt that stings
as it drops,
Falling.

Shattering as glass.
Memories
Dreams
Why?

~Tania

Miss Ticket Stubs said...

Hi Tania,

Thank you for contributing! I love the way the stanzas taper to single words, like the poem is also dropping. Great interpretation!

I look forward to seeing more of your poetry :)

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