Hour 10, Prompt 18, Year 2021 It’s Friday afternoon but there’s no parties Such is the story of quarantine Work is over but it all feels the same Can’t tell Friday from Monday or Tuesday As this nightmare drags on and on and on In…

Hr. 6 Prompt 18 Picture Image: Shloka Shankar Can you not hear that The movement is irritating Rushing, rushing- stopping Faster, faster- slowing My mind is all over the place Can you not hear that I know it’ll be over soon Just be still, and…

More than a fish, I’m an idea, a dream, You think I’m a salmon swimming upstream. I’ve swallowed the bait of your gauzy flies, A mesh surrounds me: all your false lies. You’ve woven this net, but you cannot kill My memories of the Gulf…

When words don’t come And you bang your head And stare till blood Blots your papery vision And the nib pricks your skin A drop of delicious blue And you think so hard But words don’t come So you keep your pen Until words do…

The coconut tree, The bright sea and, The sunny sun, Give so fun. In the beach party, We have hot tea, And watch bright sea, The coconut water plucking is not a matter. We watch bright sea, And,the buzzing honey bee. We take sun bath,…

“Christmas is the one day, all is merry, The whole family, gathers together, Opening gifts, Sharing stories, On Christmas all is merry and well.   No bad thoughts, No bad moments, No bad feelings, No anger, No disputes, None of this is, allowed on Christmas….

There have been nights when the darkness was not dark enough to exhume my soul but I prayed it away because life was too consuming. When the fingers of Death pried me open to remove the oyster of my soul, I did not feel the…

How would things be If There was no rain? Parched and cracky and dusty Pleading for mercy And all their tears, wasted and dry Would fill not a babe’s mouth Not all their shrieks and suffering All ribs splitting and cracking And lips cracked and…

Hour 12 Prompt 12   The Trees   Trees in front of our house died last year. Dead leaves meant sadness on the block. Birds shunned our trees all summer. We watered them in vain. We fertilized them,  too, with, rich, foul smelling feed but…

An apple you saw With breasts red and swollen And a waist just as dainty And sweetness spilling from golden lips Entrancing with fragrance simple and divine   And a pear all mellow Spotless and yellow With a bulging pouch And flat torso Gentle curves…