Its April of 2020 and Day 23 of A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing Metaphors. Be it a movie, song, painting, book, idiom, etc. I plan to give a perspective to it with an explanation and a 8 line poem.
Metaphor: Whistler’s Mother
Whistler’s mother is an iconic oil painting on canvas by James McNeil Whistler of his mother Anna. The painting done in 1871 is also known as Arrangement in Grey and Black No. 1. The painting is in 56.81 x 63.94 inches(That’s huge!) canvas and also known to be Victorian Mona Lisa. The painting is culturally popular. It’s been featured in several movies and my favorite is in Mr. Bean. It’s been used in posters, music, etc. and there has been a stamp a well.
I am inspired by the brilliance of the painting which plays with black, grey and shades of light. The image has been used since the Victorian era as an icon for motherhood, affection for parents, and family values (especially in United States). Paintings are viewed with a varied meanings as per each individual and there is always a personal level connect.
A total absence,
Presence with absence,
In any other sense,
And every other sense,
– family and values.
But everyone can see,
Everyone in the world isn’t gifted with the same. Not everyone has learnt the values of family and some never will.
Its April of 2019 and Day 17 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Foreign word/phrase a day and 8 line poem for it.
Word/Phrase: quid pro quo
Meaning: a favor or advantage given in return for something
for a mother,
who bares the pain,
who cooks the pleasure,
who okay’s everything,
who understands unsaid,
for unconditional love,
quid pro quo,
For the poem that is crystal clear, I like the shape that poem has taken. Looks like a little tree of love.
One of my post got featured in Mumbai Mom, where I had shared my experiences about fatherhood (The first one year).
Here is the link for the article:
Fatherhood: A new, hands-on dad reveals some surprising truths
This poem is the lyrical expression of how my mother felt and still feels for me and my wife about our son. I have tried my best to put them down. This is a dedication to the mom’s on the occasion of Mother’s day.
The tiny little hands
When hold mine,
All of my worries,
Just go fine.
His blabbering words,
To call me maa,
Brings down the heaven,
I dance with bliss.
When I see my kid,
I become one,
No matter age,
Still the little one.
His actions bring smile,
His smiles bring more,
The more is always less,
And it is never enough.
The kid is the inspiration,
Kid is the dream,
He keeps my hope going,
Like to the infinity.
This Post is written for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. The challenge has 10 tasks and this is the eighth one.
IBMC #08: The Nursery Rhyme Challenge is a challenge where we are supposed to pick up a nursery rhyme, use and provide a new interpretation to it. (Check the link for more)
Here goes my prompt:
I have picked up the rhyme:
Twinkle twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Below is the conversation between a mother and her little son using the same poem.
Twinkle twinkle, my dear star
How I wonder cute you are
I see my happiness in your smile
Rise and shine, high like sky
Twinkle twinkle, mommy star
How I wonder sweet you are
My happiness is all in your smiles
With you along I can touch the sky
Feel free to take up the challenge if interested.
This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 10 May 2015. The task is to write a short story for the supplied photograph.
She was done with daily chores of cleaning, cooking, washing and other stuff and was waiting for her kids to be back. She was about to sit and switch on the TV and her kids rushed back home with excitement. She prepared snacks and tea, asked about their day at school and checked their diary for home work. She asked them to go and play for a while and return back before sunset. She called her husband asking about his work and reminded him to pick up a gift for his sister’s wedding anniversary. The evening seemed calm and pleasant as she stepped out of her home.
She started talking slow steps in her garden. The Mother Nature looked at her, smiled and slowly generated a rainbow. She had her heart filled out looking at the rainbow and kept staring at it. Mother Nature whispered,
“You make every one’s life beautiful. Here is a beautiful evening for you. A very happy Mother’s day! ”
This post is also dedicated to all loving Mother’s on Mother’s day. (Second Sunday of May 2015)
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The post is featured in Baggout.com’s Top 14 Short Stories Blog Post of Month (May 2015)!