And Roti always plays alone Always at the edge of the playground She amuses herself Other kids stay away from her Her involuntary body movements scare them And even her elementary school teachers Roti wishes they could play with her As it is no fun…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Stripes – Hour 13
I’m stuck between looking fat and feeling thin These horizontal stripes are in favour but my floor is too contrasting I’m in a haze I’m caught in a crossroads like a zebra in headlights just trying to get to the other side It’s not always…
Sailing Race
Out on Lake Ontario setting the sail ready for the race. Pulling up the sail each getting in our position for the speed race. The wind is good coming from the west. The two of them look at each other and smile. The horn goes…
Hour 12: We are not bound to our closets
Each closet has a purpose, a closet visited often, a closet full of cobwebs, closed and never to be opened. In the inner chambers of these closets, lay fears, unspoken words, regrets, mistakes, and unshed tears. Away from prying eyes and ears, kept tucked away…
HOUR TWELVE – A Tremor
Combining a viator with words selected from Prompt #9 – a truly silly poem A tremor travelled through the field where beets were pushed up from below. A bucket flew off from the fence, it almost hit my elbow. Lightbulbs burst throughout the…
I Surrender All
When the pastor prayed over me in front of the church and kept repeating let it go, I was thoroughly confused. And when a mother of the church corrected me saying, “When the Lord wants you to let something go, you let it go!” –…
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
The name of the Lord is a strong tower. The righteous run to it and are safe Running slows down my pace “Hallowed be thy name”, my heart calls out. I dance and shout in praise seeking the Lord’s face. In response, the heavens shower…
Prompt 12: in between
in between “it’s in between,” they said when I asked where the centre is in this wandering in wonder but I don’t know if I know what that really means. is it the light or the dark? or neither or both? or all? all…in those…
Hour Eight
Extraordinary in the Ordinary Though today was just another day, It was more, So much happened So many memories. Perhaps what makes The extraordinary Is that we forget To stop to see.
Just A Smile
Just a smile can make the difference between a good day and a bad. When you feel like giving up a smile like a sweet caress envelops you with love. Just like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. Enjoying a…