Some time ago, I read a poem by a Swedish blogger who had just taken the most recent word searches leading to her blog and created poetry out of those words. Below is my attempt. I hereby challenge seven fellow bloggers to do the same and then challenge seven others! MayaMame, AntiRhythm, Nina Ruthström, Wayan, Chris Blattman, Adventures From The Bedrooms of African Women and Accra Books and Things.
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Sometimes life in Ghana is very poetical. Like this statement about the current rainy weather:
“This is the rain that is good for tomatoes,but kills old women”
>Last week, I got a chance to do to an impromptu presentation on blogging to a room filled with young women. I wrote on it here.
Tonight, I got an email from Lizzy, a woman who was there and inspired by the talk started her own blog!
She has chosen to present her beautiful poetry combined with stylish photos (her own?) to illustrate the feel. I like the the poems because they discuss common literary themes like the village and the rose, but in a way that carefully avoids clichés. Here’s a passage that I enjoyed particularly:
The sun was to be married
Her groom was the moon
Though they met often they never got married
For their meeting brought darkness
The name of the blog is also intriguing: “Soursweet Ghana”. Find it here.
I’m so happy I could inspire to this!
Pic from the above-mentioned Women and ICT event.
> This post has a topic chosen by the members of Ghanablogging for this month. I have decided to do a first attempt of blog poetry, inspired by fellow Ghana blogger Antirhytm. Please let me know what you think of it!
Months had passed
before I noticed you always used my first name
was something you had never called me
I had not noticed
I had been too busy falling in love
I felt sad, I was angry
I resented you like someone who had never loved
you would not hold my hand
you would not come with flowers
you would not make plans for Valentines day
you would not say the words!
DarlingSweetheartBabyCutiepie, let’s talk about love.
You listened like you always do.
DarlingSweetheartBabyCutiepie is not talking about love, you suggested,
more precious is your name
Pic: Tulips in the snow, Sweden Jan 09.