Voices of the Might Fir Trees ring from a high- “Climb! Despite all, you must climb!” “As the rock moves-so do we. Climb!” “We climb because we must!” Our life is balance and a climb to the top and, climb we must. Anchors of soil…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
WALES – DENMARK
I. must. not. be. late. Repeat. The Danish and Welsh fans are both in red for tonight’s game. Had this been a medieval tournament, one camp would have looked very much like the other. One goal will look very much like any other goal, but…
Hope for the Hopeless, If Even For Just a Moment
“Then, for no reason, you start to laugh”* because hopelessness has its limits. Collapse all around: The water rushing in, the bills piled high, the unknown illness with its inky red fingers curling around your tightened neck and still a pool of contentment sits still…
Before Darkness
Before Darkness A blinding flash of light. So hot it fried our skin, roasted our muscles, melded our bones to the furniture. Disintegrated houses to piles of sand. Boiled oceans, making fish chowder. Soup, soup everywhere…but not an animal to eat it….
Poem No. 2
Poem No. 2 Yellow Irises in my Pond glow on a cloudy dull grey day Lilies are still waiting patiently. —– Sundar
The Concert
No. 4 – The concert By Nandhini G. Natarajan Piya’s teacher could not take it anymore. I was upon her, like Chinese torture, drip, drip, drip. So what if Piya couldn’t speak couldn’t sing, couldn’t play? She could do something. She was given…
We shall see each other again* (a poem in memory of Patti)
We shall see each other again, she said, but don’t come now. The truth is, she said, I don’t want you to remember me this way: frail and sad, slipping away. Dying. Instead, how about this? How about you go to the ocean and walk…
Poem No. 1 Salt
Poem No. 1 Salt This morning I had a boiled egg for breakfast My daughter forgot to bring me pepper and salt It was difficult to swallow and my mind began to think about salt – such a precious commodity so important in culinary pursuits!…
Hour Four
Glass I have always found it hard to get close to anyone. You would always joke and say that I was a lot like a porcupine. Cute, but yet so harmful to those around me. I promise, I never meant to hurt you. I never…
Stars Shine Down
The stars shine down Just last night i was in your room I held your shirts,so very close I closed my eyes And imagined you in it Your usual carefree way of dress Your Devil may care grin The love your eyes radiate And i…