Minison 1
We live fourteen
April 20th Prompt by Reena Prasad: write minisons, the form, TSL's Napowrimo freely themed. Rebel Minisons. (4 and 5 need to be reworked)
Take 1.
We live fourteen.
Take 2.
If
the camera
never lies, is
that why her pic
gets more love than?
Take 3
Title: Found on Lay's cover and altered to suit my purpose minison (not a part of the minison)
Authentic chees -
Take 4
Fourteen letters
of the alphabet
Fourteen words
Fourteen lines
Fourteen lives
Fourteen breasts
Fourteen wives
Fourteen loves
Fourteen deaths
Fourteen bodies or corpses
Fourteen hammers
Fourteen knives
Fourteen times fourteen
Fourteen repeated
Take 5
The pink shoe flower
The rhododendron
The hibiscus
The bougainvillea
The stamen, the pistil
The shape of the jasmine
The scent of a woman
The waif of the moonlight
The glowworms of starlight
The butterflies of sun motes
The golden pollen
The tickling green grass
The tinkling windchimes
The sonnet at last
Minisons next set
So this Thrissur pooram
is around the corner
elephants and men
not many women
Will they hold it?
For votes?
I don't know
Death is cheap
These days
Votes matter more
As in Sabarimala
Left, right or centre
Priest must be Brahmin
Women can't enter
Dalit is still Dalit
Lucky I am not in
Kerala anymore
Minison last one (a continuation of the previous one)
If you ask me
I'm with the elephants
Set them free
They're the gods.
Not the humans
Not the devotees
Not the temples
Not the gods
Not me
Feby Joseph
writes a minison (mini suns and mini si(g)ns) using my poem for the 'found' technique#NaPoWriMo2021 – TSL NaPoWriMo – Minison – April 20th – Ampat Koshy Reena Prasad
Turkish Delight
*(or waking from dreams)
Found from Ampat Koshy’s “Turkey: An Interlude: Internal Realism/Flight Stop-Over/Turkish Delight”, part of his large poem Swapna Sundari from the book The Blue Hours
Was not about the
idea – (cold turkey)
Beethoven in the
Ninth, lives that
My life… Jeddah to
Tripoli – a rumble;
Wings to Nabokov –
Lepidopterist’s
Butterfly story…
(Flash Tiger Moth)
Kerala was magic
Realism let it go
Never a nymphet, I
Still pay the fee.
© Feby Joseph
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