Hour 6-Center Stage

I don’t like clocks Or structure Or focusing on one thing For any length of time I like fingers to use all the keyboard And Pandas to pop the way I want The chessmen to move the way I prefer I like to be told…

To Do

I am going to clean the whole house And scrub every floor, and dust every corner and trinket And fold all the laundry and actually put it away And bathe the dogs and walk them And buy groceries and make sure they’re organic And make…

Spitballs and Evergreens

Spitballs and Evergreens VCS Wrapped in torn remnants Of papers With names and places Most of which mean nothing to me They have stuck to me Like spitballs Cast by naughty children Sitting bored At the back of math class Immobilizing me Pumping me full…

Hour Two- Yearnings

When silence was the only word,  Emotions knew no downpour,  I knew not who I was.    Now, the silence knows its way,  Emotions are building its pace  Led by new wings to fly.    Copyright © Snigdha   

Hour 6 – Thoughtless

It started without thinking, No plans were made Or broken. No outlines drawn Or ideas hewn. It started without thinking.   Without thought what do we create? The value of inspiration The priceless muse To drive us. Without planning do we ever Get where we…

Hour 6

The timed prompt was actually more fun than I thought it was going to be! 😀   Cafe Writer Words flowing from pens Stories hidden within our minds Breaking free through quickly written words   My stories always half finished My mind never sure of…

jasmine moon, a paradelle

When the moon is full and dark, when the moon is full and dark, will you find me drifting, slowly dancing? will you find me drifting, slowly dancing? Slowly dancing, when drifting, find me the full and dark moon.   No spell can bring this…

SPINNING IN ISRAEL

I am going to rub a magic potion into my skin & I am going to gyrate with a magic lamp & I am going to take it all back to the deserts Jesus wandered prophesying on the lost people who birth lost generations who…

Love’s Fight

We don’t fight anymore but we should. I miss the passionate heavy breathing, fire in our bellies, struggle to keep ourselves, our love alive. Why did we stop fighting? Just quit. Gave up. Let go.   Please fight with me again. Push my buttons, say…