Betrayal. Loss. Forgiveness. Up. Down. Time. Energy. Patience. Interest. Lots of things together. Many bunched together. “It was love.” Lim, Elizabeth.2020. So This Is Love. Disney Enterprises.
Category: Marathon Poem
The To-Do List -Hour 4
Mounds of fresh tomatoes Basins of crayfish Waist beads of various colors Fifty naira a packet Market women peddling their goods Arms grabbing and waving me over “Aunty come and buy this one” The scent of goat meat wafts through the air The butcher carving…
Lightning (Hour 4 – Half Marathon 2021)
Lightning (Hour 4 – Half Marathon 2021) By David Hirsh However you conclude We will applaud Some will stand Others will stay sitting The sound of your voice Carries across the hall Built for acoustic marvels I, myself, am in awe This is the third…
It- Prompts 4
It follows the sun like currency striking the sadness like a match it will crawl into your new into places never wandered into your blank space quilting upon your imperfections making you see more than what was intended troubling your mirrored reflection you search your…
Dreamy land Where no man’s sad Foggy skies Where no one cries Wind that blows And I repose Birds sing And why not It’s a Paradise! Magical place And I refuse To shut my eyes!
The Bridge – Hour Three
She stares at the bridge, as she’s done years before As memories across time come back to the surface For once, she was younger, the foliage the same As their timeless love story began A young Marine and a seamstress in waiting A summer romance…
Hour 4: O the joy! The joy!
(Title and first line from Tagore’s Red Oleanders) O the joy! The joy! Of being, existing Taking in a breath Full of petrichor laden air And to look! O to look at the stars Far off yet warm From among the trees of…
Dragon’s Ire
He’s done fighting himself on what he wants And he wants her He will have her This he knew to be true He had waited and waited Waited for her to see To see him To want him No more would he wait…
How do I bid you goodbye? | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 4
Book – The long goodbye by Raymond Chandler No way has yet been invented to say goodbye to them Words aren’t enough, neither are gestures of grandeur How can you bid goodbye to them, those who you never want to leave? Would a word be…
Faculty of Law
Studies. Lots and lot of studies. Sturdy, albeit shaking in my comfort bed. It’s examination time again, and I profess Here like before, SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK. I find joy knowing that On the third week, I shall be weak. Yes. But I shall…