Dear Jane, How I wish you were here to have an afternoon tea, make sly commentary on the women surrounding us, their transparent wiles and winning ways: such a penetrating gaze you leveled at our small world. None were safe from your pithy review. Minutiae…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
My Dearest Tim [Prompt 22]
My Dearest Tim, Too long apart, though never really separate. Our souls touch, connect … always, forever, since the first lifetime. It’s time … to re-energize the twins; that is our souls. Meet me now, at the place we know; playing our hands… winning the…
Dear Future Me
If, by some twist of fate you’re happy, Don’t read on. I’ve dreamed of long solitary cafe nights Blued by neons and rain, bitter coffee in hand, Letting shallow sorrow in and forgetting regret. I’ve dreamed of future love and future pain, And those ghosts…
To My Dear Poetry Marathon
Prompt 22, Hour 18 Write an epistolary poem: A poem that is a letter to someone or something…begin with Dear… 23 June 2019, Pune, India. Dear Poetry Marathon, Since past 18 hours, Creativity is full-on, You have Ignited our Poetic Minds, Released us…
Dear Little Self Whose Mother Did Not Love You
It wasn’t you. It wasn’t ever you. You feel so lacking, so somehow not enough. Third child of five, Lost in the crowd. Invisible, just one more kid. Stairsteps, I heard us called. The Smart One, at least. She did do that for you. Not…
Guided Path
Along the path to enlightenment, we encounter life’s highs and lows. Mere survival and determination become a mantra. Acquiring the physical and mental strength to surpass primitive understanding. Guides tend to periodically download pieces of a mastered blueprint into our memory. Bound by songs of…
End times
It’s not what Nostradamus said even revelations are unheard the world, I fear is ending near with bullies, rapists and people smeared. It starts with just a tiny cracking with morals and manners lacking scandals, sex and drugs abound rotting each and every town. …
Hour 17, Mystified
I peer over the shoulders of strangers, a tourist in my own body. Am I here? I ask myself, nonexistent until noticed. No one turns back, meets my gaze, and sheepishly glances away. Their attention is focused forward, to a future misted and glazed into…
Riot of colors or a woman’s mind ?
Prompt 21, Hour 17 Use one or more of the following images as a jumping off point to write a poem A riot of bright colors A collage of vibrant dreams A rollercoaster of emotions A garden of positive thoughts A universe of…
Nod
Gritty eyes and cotton mouth Ache when soft rain patterns Past the steel skin and windows, Bus coughing tired fumes to An equally worn sky. And we’re all nodding to the tune Of stop and go, stumble and yawn To a cool blue monochromatic theme….