An Ode to 420

Day 20 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.

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Two tankas an an ode to 420

Stars light up the night,
a whiff, a smoke, a inhale
time in slow motion –
floating body, deeper laughs,
fingers touching starry lights.

Drink bhang as prasad
offering to Shiva, or
as the pop song claims –
toke it to douse your sorrows
and chant Hare Krishna Hare Ram!

Prasad: food offering to gods, which is then distributed to devotees after worship.

Today’s prompt is:

Our prompt for the day (optional as always) takes its cue from Notley’s rebelliousness, and asks you to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it (for example, a poem that starts out in iambic pentameter, and then breaks into sprawling, unmetered lines). Or if you tend to write funny poems, you could rebel against yourself, and write something serious (or vice versa). Whatever approach you take, your poem hopefully will open a path beyond the standard, hum-drum ruts that every poet sometimes falls into.

Today is 4/20 which is now considered a “weed day”, has murky origin. But, some accounts has it associated with the Grateful Dead. In any case, I am no advocate of illicit drug use, so this could be noted as a poem of rebellion. The first tanka is looking at the effects of marijuana and the second one is a reference to widespread use of marijuana in Indian culture, including the reference to one of the grooviest songs by one of the most innovative Indian music director/ composer RD Burman – Dum Maro Dum.

Bowling Green, KY

Day 16 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.

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Fake news spouted by
poseurs about massacre
in bowling green. Real
anecdote: five teens ran from
their old ride catching fire.

Only a tanka today mixing a personal anecdote and politics, exploring today’s prompt:

Our prompt for the day (optional as always) follows Gowrishankar’s suggestion that we write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time. It could be the story of the time your Uncle Louis caught a home run ball, the time your Cousin May accidentally brought home a coyote and gave it a bath, thinking it was a stray dog, or something darker (or even sillier).