#Shardoma is a new form for me, as I have never tried to write it. Here are three of them (my first experiment) but all credit goes to Colleen’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge #Poet’s choice, which inspires “to experiment with freestyle poetry, as long as you also add a syllabic form to your poem.”
In a crowd searching for someone Didn’t know who! Mute faces wondering: why are we here? Trapped by conditions
Narrow paths Resounding chaos Strange echoes No outlet to escape the tyranny of time that stood still
Despair and suffering has been the fate of women for centuries. I am dismayed that it still is in many parts of the globe. The long, endless battle against conservative forces that take pleasure in subjugation continues! The following poem is inspired from this thought.
We don’t want to mother a son In this land of Taliban We don’t want a daughter either It’s better to end this race If they can’t keep pace with the world.
Let the seeds dry even if they are forced into us Let’s pledge not to nurture them Let our wombs wither – our only weapon To gain control over servitude of centuries Our hope is still alive.
Is there any need to look elsewhere? Is it fair to wait for outside help? When our own spirit is enough. Muted faces convey profound message: Silent storms sway the earth.
Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro for this challenge, which explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Cheryl, from last month’s challenge, provided the photo for this month’s challenge.