Tag: #poemsonlife

• Book Review: Blushing Candles by Roopam Chadha

  

  I’ve been participating in the NaPoWriMo 2023, which began on April 1st, but my head’s not been in the right place. I guess it’s because it came just as soon as I had published my debut novel, Coming Home ; the entire publishing process has left me drained. In an attempt to ground myself and…

  Smitha V

  April 12, 2023

  Book Review, Poetry

  #blushingcandles, #bookreview, #lovepoems, #naturepoems, #poemsonlife, #poetrybook, #roopamchadha

• NaPoWriMo Day 14 – The name I’m Called by

  

  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.” My poem for the day – ‘The name I’m called by’ The name I’m called by Wasn’t bestowed on me by…

  Smitha V

  April 14, 2021

  Poetry

  #day14, #GloPoWriMo2021, #love, #name, #namepoem, #namingachild, #NaPoWriMo2021, #poemsonlife, #Shakespeare, #storybehindmyname

• NaPoWriMo Day 0 – A woman ironing

  

  Happy April! NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) is here. I’ll be writing 30 poems in 30 days or at-least I hope to write 30 poems as per the prompts provided in the link below https://www.napowrimo.net/almost-there-and-an-early-bird-prompt/ If any of you wish to participate, all you need to do is write a poem and paste the link…

  Smitha V

  April 1, 2021

  Art, Poetry

  #Art, #Day0, #GloPoWriMo, #NaPoWriMo 2021, #painter, #poemsonlife, #poet

• HELPLESS

  

  I visit the senior home- there is a cage in the basement with parakeets that greet and potted plants in the hallway. The walls are pink and cheery and the floors are clean and shiny The air smells like the pool and the hospital – Chlorine and Dettol I take the lift upstairs to where…

  Smitha V

  November 21, 2020

  Poetry

  #ageing, #empathy, #father, #guilty, #life, #oldage, #oldparents, #poemsonlife, #truth, #youth

• PuBLISHED: THE LAST DANCE

  

  My poem, ‘The Last Dance’ has been published by Borderless Journal. I see it steal the lead break away and pirouette- a dancing ballerina swirling on the open stage, a Turkish dervish whirling to a melody I cannot hear, I strain my ear To read the rest of the poem, you can click on the…

  Smitha V

  November 15, 2020

  Poetry

  #autumn, #blogging, #celebrationoflife, #death, #equal, #life, #metaphorpoem, #poemsonlife, #truth, #united