She gets excited with you. They get anxious when things are not right. They feel the sorrow that brings grey clouds. Mothers share all these things. She gets happy when you are happy. They know that they are special when you remember them on…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 5.5: Cozy Corner
After a long, long day When exhaustion has seeped deep in your bones It comes to your rescue The cozy corner at your home! It’s tiny, barely enough But it has space for all your treasures: A hardback copy of your favourite book And your…
Destination : unknown (Hour #5)
Where is the road which one must take? I’ve been searching a while now for a signboard – oh! There is one; but, wait, what does it say? This way is the right path carved out by someone ranked knowledgable. A decent sized job that…
Burn It All – Hour Four
How is my generation supposed to survive and Thrive in the country we’ve created here? When every conversation is me versus you, When all the things we have built are Teetering on the edge of a cliff, we’re living Our lives waiting for the other…
Fifth hour prompt – SH
A windowpane etched in desire From the vineyard the old oak is admired In the space of urgency, the dew presents Knitting into time as vines entrap the scene Push back the witnesses as the pavement retracts A hardline pull of the busted hard back…
3022 (hour 4)
In 3022, we shall not have floating cars the physics of such a thing preposterous! No hoverboards or floating trains only movies can still conjure because necessity trumps avarice when basic staples cost more. No teleportation or flue powder same ol’ car, plane,…
Sweat
In a 90 degree sun speeches day 1000 in subway degrees Sweat beads On your back You ponder. Do backs sweat? Clearly Makeup melts to a tan drip, Now the perfect slip for a pottery piece. You can fire that sucker right in the subway.
Homecoming, Hour Five
Homecoming An oak a century older than my home peered sternly over the rooftop at me as my steps meandered up the front pavement, past the last sunflower not stolen by squirrels in my dooryard garden. I stepped through the front door and hung my…
5 Wallpaper
5 Wallpaper I want to live in the wallpaper at the funeral home. Can you see it? Few colors, white, grays, and greens. showing distant hills. A simple artist’s rendering. A red house sits behind a brief hill suggesting an old…
Humility and Arrogance
Humility and Arrogance The humble sunflower gaily flutters in a space quiet and shady under the bulky oak tree overlooking the pavement The arrogant landlord knitting brows holds an empty wine glass as ransom Hour 5 @varenyas