Ruchira's Ramblings

I write a poem. Scratch it out. I write it because I am angry. I scratch it out because it is futile. I see the fissure on the earth, but I don’t know the magic words to close it. Every word that is said, mine, yours, his, hers, theirs, ours seem to widen and widen the gap. I am angry because I don’t have the right words. I am angry because I don’t matter. I am angry because we seem to be all tumbling down together, clawing and lashing and bleeding to a point of no return. An old acquaintance says we ought to listen. Learn why they hate. Try not to convert. Does it help? If I know I am right and they know they are right and if everybody is right and if we understand why they hate but if my words don’t reach far enough if my words don’t mean enough are not strong enough if their words only tell me I do not belong if I do not conform- what good does listening do? Someone I really like says both sides- there should be both sides of the views. No more fake news or biased views, see it a...

Napowrimo2019 Day 6 prompt from napowrimo.net: ""Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of the possible. ... a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world. "  I prefer my poems to be more neatly structured, but this is what I have got for today. Also, I have a travelogue published by TravelAndy, which you can check out here .