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Slightly wrong

When I wrote this post, I just started my personal goal to write daily poetry – that time, I probably have little idea of how big the community of poets are there on the net and how awesome and talented you guys are.

Since that post, I’ve read and prompted myself to write various styles of poetry and always very eager to explore. I definitely have tonnes to learn but I guess I’ve seen enough to have my perspective changed. Thank you for sharing your writings and I appreciate your tremendous support towards my poems! I’m very happy to receive generous and constructive feedbacks from all of you, (and I’ve given some too, I hope you like them)

I have to say that I really enjoy these 3 – 4 months of me writing/reading poetry on Social Media – Instagram and Twitter. Pretty recently, I just joined several Facebook Groups of aspiring poets and it’s honestly so refreshing and fun to learn about other people who are just like me, people who have voices in their head they can’t wait to bleed on papers (and screens).

I’m writing this quick post to let you know, how (slightly)* wrong was I with the previous post, the way I saw poets on Instagram as two major groups. (Oh you, A’ishah. Silly)

*pardon my egoistic side of self

It’s hard to explain how my 3 – 4 months experience brings me to this post. But today my point is, I don’t think #poetsofinstagram are divided into ‘poet’ poets and the famous poets. All of us are poets and I enjoy us all. Keep writing!

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Three things, one is a lie

I first played this game at Bill Moran‘s poetry workshop, it was for the ice breaking activity (I didn’t break any ice though). I sat and hide my face silently, I probably came with way too personal things to start with, my feet got cold.

We are required to list down three facts about ourselves and one among those, is not true, almost right or the thing we wish to happen but didn’t or haven’t, and the audience will guess which one is that thing. The Lie.

I remember a lie from one of the participants. She said she does yoga every day in the morning. The truth is, she used to do yoga every morning. Now, not anymore and she kinda hopes she could do that again.

There’s actually a (poetry) lesson behind this activity, besides it being a warm-up session – a ‘lie’ in our writing/poem is an act of breaking the walls in our story or idea, where our creativity expands beyond the normalcy. I think we already do this a lot without us realizing it. For example, when we write about flying or killing. Magic and cosmic elements. Or describing a person who leaves, as very cruel or very divine, with made-up justifications. Imagination. Hyperbole. Added up or substracted details – which make the story more interesting.

It really makes sense and since that, whenever I feel stuck in my writing, I just push and break some walls further and further (and sometimes get people worried about me) Gosh I’m OK. I’m just writing. Chill lah.

Anyway, I had fun listening to other people’s three facts at that workshop but were not brave enough to share mine. Like I said, mine were too personal and probably too short. For me, details, make a dishonesty more obvious. If you manage to come here and read this post, I suppose you like and love me enough to follow me this far so I reveal to you my ‘three facts, one is a lie’.

Two children
Two husbands
Two mothers

#poetry #sixwordstory Reserve your guess

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Umi dah mayam

It’s 4:19 am in the morning, and I’m up, bothered about H. She’s staying with me now and I can’t express how happy and colorful my life is right now to have her with me every single day.

But today, the babysitter at the nursery told me that she hardly understands anything that H talks about and H, she talks a lot. I guess, only the family understands the secret language. A used to have some speech delay too, he’s been improving a lot lately though he still has some weak pronunciation here and there. I feel like a failed mom. H is 3 years old and A is 6 this year

Is it something about me? I think yes. I understand the secret language. I translate them to other people. I do let them know that they are pelat, but in a very subtle way because I don’t want to hurt their feelings. I correct them in a very subtle way too. Sometimes, I don’t correct them at all because I don’t want to spoil the fun that we were in, like when they are so excited to tell me stories – I don’t want to stop them. Something like that, if you can imagine it.

I woke up reading a blog (Ruby Speech Therapy) and I think I’ve learned a lot from it. I should make this a serious thing and try to discipline myself doing the recommendations, or maybe I should go and see a speech therapist to expedite the process. Yes.

(I can go back to sleep now)

Umi dah mayam = Umi, dah malam (Umi, it’s already night)

pelat = lisp

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