I began my journey from galaxy Mildorn, Their purple beaches had been on my listĀ far too long, but I paid the price with boil-ridden skin for not carrying JellyProtect to fight its Neuar sun. I continued my journey, albeit tad painfully, Prodding along to the…
Category: Marathon Poem
Let Joy
Joy rings with ecstatic bloom Infecting all on its path Joy conquers pain Its fertile realm Remains a tranquilizer of hearts and lives… Joy triggers the sweetened bits of living… Let’s pursue joy with unrelenting passion!
The Yellow Telephone Booth
The Yellow Telephone Booth The Yellow Telephone Booth Now a stand-alone monument A lot of talk and carried-away gestures Concealed like a visitor’s book People wanting to be wired now Hold each other in their pockets (without wires) Coveted glances once upon a time Worn…
Aborted Holiday
Mother had promised I would spend the holiday breaks At my uncle’s place The holiday came but Mother lost her face While in the kitchen she had an accident That singular act sent everything backwards Had she not been hospitalised towards The resumption of school…
purgation of life lessons
life challenges given manifestos much judgement often clashing decision makers seekers out life covering into the life commitment commitment often in question arising anew for future reference reminding in the life metamorphosis edging out realities clashing from within ending anew still refining purging…
Prompt 18: Lawndale and Later
Christmas Eves were spent at my grandmother’s little house on Lawndale, and then, later, an A-frame on 16th. The dining table was set with festive tablecloth, and even though she still had her old electric keyboard, she never turned it on to play. Anyway, the…
The voices inside
Our very own cheerleader, The one that keeps us going, Telling us to trust ourselves, What if it turns our enemy? The voice within, Says to stop, To drop things, Frighten us? No, do not worry, It is time to know, You are the…
20~6
My hand in yours My heart was lighter My laughter was free~er My day was brighter
H.18 – Shoreham
We arrive,tired, but excited, acres of green and a long driveway are all that separate us from a few quiet days. Bright lights,night tennis none of us know the rules. We laugh and run, chasing balls. A warm bath, deep soaking, so quiet…
The crimson lashes
I hear the voices of market people running All shouting for help, as fire lashes down its anger on a store They said it was a mistake, she weeps like never before and deep down i pity her All her wares are on fire and…