I remember those days of toiling in the yard, out in the rain, cold yet sweating at the same time. We had a maple tree out on the far piece as we called it, encircled by a guard of cedars. It was a big tree….
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Summer Garden (Hour One)
The summer heat baked the watermelon on the vine, Not enough water, not enough shade, perhaps another time. Twice a day I tried to give them drink, but it was weeks with no reprieve, The summer heat baked the watermelon, but wait, what did I…
My Friend, Rae
Hour 1 My Friend, Rae Dark cloud of death hovers above her. Hails misery. Split! Splat! Drops a brother. Husband. Almost a lover. Another brother. She moves on…moves on…moves on… I want to rush in, grab her tight, roll us both to safety. It…
Lost
The dark beckons menacingly, Trees intimidate with their size, The quiet noises of the woods are so loud I can hear myself breathing heavily, I think I am lost. I AM AFRAID But then, I see some light The moon is visible like a ray…
Survivors
He saw me He saw me with scars over my eyes Gauged by those who would keep me down He saw the hemorrhaging from a thousand cuts He saw the weight of a life in service To a band of emotional thieves He wrapped a…
For Chana
You look so pretty, even unconscious. Your life has been been complicated by choices your own and others you depended upon. I am hoping heaven’s gate looks as welcoming as this image. leading you home with a well lit, clearly marked path. Some of your…
“English is mind-blowing”
English is prominently a hilarious language, To rise above challenges at any stage. Ignite the spark of creativity, You will be called witty. Play with your imagination, While making India a blooming nation. The use of slang & phrases amazes me, Learning this modern…
Hour 1 poem
WRITING A POEM ON POEM Today I must write a poem on poem Should I search on Google for inspiration? That is not a creative solution It will only lead to cheating and frustration What should my poem pattern be? Or should I first go…
Poem for hour 1: Evaluation of Man’s Journey from Genesis to Revelation.
this is the beginning: first, all man thought of was living. dices thrown, chances open. happiness kept blooming. to eat was a game of want; much abundance spinning. we are on to the end. this is the beginning then, the moment in time was…
Poem 1 Prompt One by Ingrid Exner-Summer Serenades
Guarded Gatehouse Buzzing sounds of cicadas timeless memories