Prompt #24 (The World outside my window j.r.m©)

Sunset hues  creeping up to palette the evening sky. The Sun descends in the distance. A pandemonium of parrots perched high among the branches of the almond tree are camouflaged   with the  color of leaves. The sun sets: it’s time  for them  to fly…

Hour 24:What I See

Pink skies  silhouette my view— Blue mountains, silver water too. Street lights usher out the night, Red eyes, turning  off my sight.

Hour Twenty-Four

The vision will die if you do not rest, if you do not give in to real dreaming, the dream will end. The light casts elegant shadows across the grass, the hedge Dulled by the grey yesterday, the colours are radiant by contrast Back to…

I am Sacred Life

Looking beyond the fields I see a woman who is unafraid and ignorant to her outer beauty. She runs toward the fire because life’s boundaries do not exist. There is an unseen power she holds close to her heart to love her is to know…

Hour 17

“Excuse me Ma’am may I get you a drink” Her face young or was it the same, as mine? Where were we? Trapped in a metal box seeming to go somewhere Clouds and land the size of pins We’re flying “Ma’am?” “Coffee, please – and…

Just in Time

The odd alchemy of realizing You have awoken just in time Some internal body clock was set Against every other body clock you have And it would not let you sleep Even though you should sleep Rising from the ether of dreams You check the…

Oh! Liberty

Oh Liberty! If thy have been so free Would have let my soul to thee.   Wish to fly away with thee To the moments of inseparable sweets.   If there had been lil cares of the society Your ‘Diva’ would have flown to the…

Prompt#24, hey

From my windows I saw a snake It was slipping around unnoticed in poetry marathon pages it was looking for my neck to constrict my free speech but i outflew it and landed right in middle making more trouble than a snake or even monkey…

Birth

Like a roaring tide caught up in my blood Like a raging river overflowing from a storm Like a volcano erupting from the earth Spuing forth boiling lava, with every cough and jerk Holding on my life, as I struggle to give birth