You’ll never know, You reel from the impact. You’ll never know, Great is our God who warns us at right time, That its sparkle may amuse you. You’ll never know, You try & try to rise but you cannot, death draws his cordons…
Category: Marathon Poem
My father’s keeper
No one wants to live to see their parents become children, dependent, vulnerable, leaning on canes and walkers and others. The mourning. The shift from child to care giver. The exhaustion. No one wants to see it, to live it. Roles reversed. Guess I should…
[Hour Nineteen]self-centered self portrait
I am a catalog of genes, and someone lost the index. Blue eyes, brown hair(not too long, thick, dense) hips and thighs for running short distances, a laugh that someone says is like an aunt, a smile that was braced in, a nose straight, soft,…
Who Am I?
I’ve seen Kamehameha rule the islands. …
On understanding my grandmother
Since I am alone every night in my king sized bed, I keep books, heating pad, water, by my wall. Oh. She makes so much more sense now that I know what it is to be too small for your bed alone. She kept her…
Understory
Understory This morning I fell in love with the Tropical Rainforest shower gel I bought yesterday in the dollar store. No mind to curtains of snow falling outside my bathroom window, I was transported through the steamy veil to stand beneath a misty canopy of…
Self -portrait hour 19, text poetry prompt
There’s dead grass growing all over my body as i annihilate another day in the shower, the water Drips off my chin into the rotis i make. I think of myself as a shop owner, a service provider to a variety of people in need. Paid…
Self-Portrait
Between the blank pages of my journal my pen and sticky notes, half the day passes especially on a holiday Rising early from a deep slumber filled with my sweet dreams of honeycombs and candies Penning down my thoughts and words to inspire me to…
Hour 19 – Cliffs (image prompt)
Crags and cliffs have often called me In both curiosity and caution. Their striated secrets are plain to see If I could just read them. Yet, cliffs turn to sand and soil Far slower than I age Unearthing their stories is foolhardy And calls me…
Lost in Literature – Hour Nineteen
“Books were safer than other people anyway.” – Neil Gaiman In merely a week, I have traveled the globe Via airplane, by boat and on trains I’ve swum with the dolphins and ridden a camel I’ve crossed o’er England’s fertile plains I’ve gone back in…