Monsoon comes Clouds are no longer lonely As monsoon approaches upon the city walls Trees opening up their branches over Eco parks spawning beside lanes The reconstructed winding wetlands Look majestic and tall before the high raises Peacocks coming out to welcome the rains And…
Category: Marathon Poem
Prufrock
Alter egos Prufrock got Eliot all wrong or it could have been the other way around pending misbegotten ideas ideals, more on who, what contradictory or indecisive right from wrong wrong from right is it any wonder neither of them asked – Mark L….
Nature and the city
Nature vs nurture, we are taught this in school, The education we learn from the city, no different than insinct, To grow up fast, to reproduce and conquer, to make it out alive. Children run the streets, tag, candy sweets; Laughter and play, kids today…
The last cigarettes are smoked Sleep deprived Hungover and dangerous But in spite of everything I am creating art To be read, probably ignored but I’m writing it at 6:34 in the morning I am creating art
end in sight (H22)
In the home stretch I stretch and pull a muscle that does not want to relax now that it’s learned the joy of being in tents. Should I worry?
Something special
It happens to discover huge things by chance, it’s possible to know great people by chance and this is simply due to something called serendipity!
Prompt #22 Autumn
Leaves are ripe with the colors of fall. Vibrant hues of fiery red, electric orange, and calming yellow… death looks so divine in this quaint little town. Rows and rows endless rows of Maple trees, Leaves rustle on The air is crisp. It’s the arrival…
(Hour 22)
I saw a grey squirrel scampering up a sweet gum tree with a plastic yogurt cup clenched between his teeth. disgusted by how our waste harms the wildlife we share space with, I thought to take a picture with my phone, so that I could…
Dear Eve
Dear Eve, Mother of all creation. Do you remember the day that you wanted to know it all? You got all that you wanted. We all did. We know everything We understand nothing. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon
Luna
she was tiny when she came to Live with us perfectly dressed in her little black coat she never really acted her age instead of playing and frolicking as one did then she mostly kept to herself but for when accompanying our son on adventures…