Tears-Hour 22- text poetry prompt response

As i sweep the rooms , water splashes around, leaving a trail. I follow it around, a dog at its tail. There are no fine bone china to be broken by bumping on to a table, i curse my good luck as i mop away…

Hour 20

Night Thoughts   The walk is both short and long One moment still part of society Next lost in the world Water rushes in the stream The stars shine overhead And I let myself think Away from the noise of the world I walk to…

tossing towels in the forest

someone tossed the towel in the quiet of the forest morning if a tree gives up in a forest while no one is watching does it make a sound? does it even fall? or will pride glue its branches to the sky standing vindictevely though…

Warning

This is the longest day of the year The sun will be at its hottest There will be calving Get to the Kampong Collect the children and rambutan the waves won’t wait for Sunday or for a list of those still running away Philip V….

21~22

I feed her by hand I give her my heart   She struggles to swallow She hates us apart   My pretty pretty princess ‘Twas love at first sight   She snuggles in bed By my head in the dark   Lies by my side…

Awakened

How do I even awaken myself? Knowing the fact, for that too now, would need your help… When destiny’s decision, through you, was to part the ways, Can’t now even think to close the eyes, for now to even keep dreams away… Had given a…

Silent Beach

Get a rope! We can climb down to virgin sand never to escape again then climb back up this jagged cliff. Back to life!

Do you have a refuge

Do You Have a Refuge?   Trials of life will come – no need to pray for that All you need is to be a human being Failures and disappointments will come – I do not pray it for any It’s just what it is…

Hour 20: Night Stroll

My body shivers I blame the freezing wind Oh it’s not, I forgot to wear thick jacket Human has to adapt Not blaming the situation I grin The sky is dark I should get home But it’s still far away I see the sturdy building…

Nor Nothing

Honduras’ hot sauce nor Budapest’s boat ride nor my inventions nor steps backward nor   silence in empty spaces hair folded over steamed pores wine over tongue Vinegar and poison flesh burning hair smouldering ears filled with noise   nor this nor that nor barefoot…