To be up before the sun To see the dawn of day To wade in the murky sea of night To watch it dry away To sketch the silhouettes of trees To paint the gradient sky To be up before the sun To see the…
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem 3 | {Sorrow is my saviour}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 1 am 27/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 3: The Bop is one of my favourite poetry forms. There are three stanzas. Each stanza is followed by a refrain (so the same statement is repeated three times). The first stanza…
THE IMMACULATE KITCHEN
THE IMMACULATE KITCHEN: COVID-CLEAN THOSE GROCERIES Gather your tools. Know what you’re doing. Step up. Shake a leg. In the immaculate kitchen one should not be deterred. You are the god. Purify! 99% effective everywhere – bleach infused. Wipe, wipe. Pretend you’ve forgotten that 1%. …
Mama…
Mama, Such a small four-lettered word, Holding so much power in my world. Mama, The first word I spoke. Mama, The first person I cried to. Mama, The only person I would go to, When trouble would knock on the door. Mama, My first friend,…
Hour 2 — Recipe for a Lover
Beth A. Fleisher Hour 2 Prompt: Create a Recipe not related to food on any topic. List 5 ingredients. One must be an emotion. The first item is the star attraction, mix it throughout. Add 2-4. Sparingly use 5. 10 minute timed write. …
School Of Fish
Swimming is not my favorite thing. Cold to get in, wet to get out. Feet and legs do their job on land. I am a human, not a trout. The more you work at it, swimming, The harder it gets to improve. Body fat down,…
2 – The Inventor’s Story
His head spins like clockwork, ticking away without pause. Many nights, the apprentice discovers him leaning up against his desk, Crinkled eyes closed, With his sketchbook open in his lap and his old feather quill in hand In the day, those skilled hands work tirelessly…
How Beautiful You Are
How beautiful you are If only you could see This yellow picture This sweet pure portrait hung on my mind Which I took of you Of you in your yellow dress and scarf And the sunset setting On your sweet yellow smile…
Goddess From Heaven
ii.Oh Dear May Oh Dear May, let me take with you. Oh dear Lavaana, why should I? Oh Dear May, I want to reap the harvest Oh Dear Lavaana, that’ll be hard for soft hand of thy. Oh Dear May, I need to be with…
Recipe for recovery – hour 2, prompt 2
The recipe for recovery is to first, please admit that your world is simply shit life is a shambles with its choking vines and brambles and powerless you are can’t do food sanely anymore. Second, you need a gallon of faith belief in a higher…