INCHOATE.

Hi!

I’ve been trying to write this post for a week now, but I’ve faltered every time, because I’m not sure how to convey what I want. So here it is, in its most uncouth form- This blog will no longer be about poetry.

I’ve been writing poetry for one and a half years on this blog now, and its been a great platform, but I’ve realised that its time to do more. Poetry, as a medium, is no longer something I want to devote all of my attention to. Instead I want to write fiction, creative nonfiction, blog posts, book reviews etc.and make this blog into a definitive account of my work, and not just one segment of it.

However, I’m not going to stop writing poetry. As a medium, poetry has given me so much over the past year and a half, and I like it too much to stop writing it. Instead of being the focus of this blog, like it is now, it’ll just be one of the many things you’ll be seeing on this blog.

Inchoate (adj.) :

 1.not yet completed or fully developed; rudimentary.

2.just begun; incipient.

3.not organised; lacking order.
I guess that’s about it. Consider this a reinvention. Welcome to Inchoate: a collection of words. I hope you all like what this turns out to be.
-Anisha
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A Change Is Gonna Come (Song Series) 

​A change is gonna come. 

Itll be just a rustle at first, just

a whisper of something far greater,

and then it’ll billow, billow into 

the something far bigger than

someone like me l, or you), but

none of us will mind, because

a change is gonna come, and

we’ll be standing here (still

young, still rebellious) and,

we’ll be waiting for it.

Song- A Change Is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke

Hi! So this poem is part of a new series of poems inspired by song titles or song lyrics. All the songs are songs I really like, taken from music I’ve downloaded. All suggestions are welcome! x

Ship To Wreck (Song Series)

​I’ve been stuck in this 

quicksand for 

a while now, and

ever so slowly

I’m sinking. 

Sinking, like a boat 

with holes

in its hull; water is 

rushing in and there is 

nothing I 

can do to stop it, nothing

I can do 

to stop this blue 

sky from folding 

and 

enveloping me. 

I was made to wreck.

I was made to 

slowly shatter like a 

crystal lake, made

to ruin

everything,

made to self destruct.

There is nothing

I can do to 

stop the moon from 

mocking me, to

stop the

sun from glaring 

at me- to

stop you from

coming too 

close;

I was made to wreck.

Song- Ship To Wreck by Florence and the Machine

This poem is part of a new series of poems inspired by song titles or song lyrics. All the songs are songs I really like, taken from music I’ve downloaded. You can suggest songs as well! x