Day 1: The Month of Poetry Writing

We are back!

So, last year, I took part in the Singapore Poetry Writing Month (also called SingPoWriMo). Its quite simple - they release a prompt everyday for the 30 days of April. You get your creative juices cracking and write a poem everyday, share it on Instagram or on Facebook and read what others wrote.

At the end of the month, you will either be a proud owner of 30 or less good poems, or you would have made a great start with 2 really good poems and then given up. Either way, it's better than zero poems, isn't it?

The other big change this time for me personally is, I am now not on Instagram or Facebook where the participants generally share their poems.

And given that I hardly have any blog readers, it means, I am writing for the sake of writing and not for likes, shares or reads. I cannot remember the last time I did that. Yikes.

😱

Well, to be perfectly honest, I absolutely see myself getting back on Instagram for this, but let's see how that goes.

If any of you are interested in doing this, you can follow the prompts on Instagram here or on Facebook here. Also, it's not limited to Singapore!

And with that, here's prompt number 1 for 1st April:

THE FACEBOOK FEED PROMPT
Look at the posts on your feed immediately before and immediately after this one. Use something from these two posts in your poem: it could be a word, an idea, an image, anything. Your poem is the result of this juxtaposition.

I am promptly converting this to a Social Media Feed Prompt because I am not on FB. :P

(Sheesh, breaking rules from Day 1.)

The Social Media Hole

He posts he just got promoted,

She tweets she did her duty and just voted.

I say, if a tree falls in a forest and didn't announce it online,

Is it safe to assume it's not making any headline?

They announce it's official, we are dating

A month later, they accept things are "complicating".

I say, if you had stopped updating social media for a bit,

You think you could have avoided this little pit?

I am "feeling anxious", he admits,

And then engrosses himself scrolling through bottomless pits.

I say, do you think there's a slight chance,

The doomscrolling caused your anxiety to advance?

But anyway, what do I know,

I'll finish this poem and join the flow,

Scrolling, liking, retweeting and sharing

Crying on social media about how social media is unsparing.

Cheers

Preeks

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