Civil War (half-marathon #6)

My body is a country. It is a country Of curves, rolling hills, Valleys that move to the rhythm of steps, Thick forests of redwood, Rivers and streams that Run through muscle and bone, And it is a country Ruled by culture. It runs like…

Hour 6 Prompt – Haibun

I relocated to a new city for work. It was my first day at work, and I was so nervous seeing the list of things to be completed. I was feeling unwell due to the tremendous change in the climatic conditions; I had a high fever and a…

Love

The first drop of rain that kisses the ground is love The first ray of sun that shines after the storm is love When a flower starts blossoming from a bud, that is love When a comes searching for a flower, thst is love The…

The Book of Words (5)

The Book of Words for Mommy In the Book of Words Pictures hang alongside their Definitions Images of the Faithful who embody their meaning And by now, you should all know What my mother looks like She’s a supermodel Her likeness appears under Sacrifice, and…

Polar bear study

The polar bear runs a graceful curved claw along her ear. At the end of a long night, she sighs a long breath of mist into the long dawn. She stretches and her soft paws make no noise on the hoarfrost. She has lived as…

Poem 5

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

Where Is She

Her long light brown braids, bouncing on her back as she ran to her new bicycle. 6-years-old she had just learned to ride with the two wheels. Her Daddy was there, to set his little girl free. He sent her only down the block. The innocence of…

IV. Snapshots in Real Time

Without meaning to, I’ve taken mental snapshots throughout my life that never leave me. Random things like A boy crossing the street in front of the house on Poplar Street My grandfather waiting for me On the train platform in Ocala The sapphire blue of…

Broken

I am happy that i found him.A life where he doesn’t exist? Can’t even imagine.It’s just that i wish,only if i could see him one last time,say goodbye….it would have been a lot better death than this. A broken heart Hurts much less than A…