Ma was too tired to cook (hour 9)

Ma would made me sit in my fav chair while she fed me flaked corn has the magic to lift me higher like an elixir till now maybe it is in the taste or paste that accompanies the flakes down always a delight night and…

Text Prompt -Poem Nine Plantain Chips

Plantain Chips Plantain chips here I come My favourite snack at large The drier it is the better it is made from plantain Yellow when ripe Green when unripened you slice it into different shapes Some cubes some circles Some quite elongated and sliced Plantain…

Hour Eight : reshaping roots

smooth and shiny white blue pebbles lie strewn on the shore after the storm that uprooted their strong and firm roots with force the Banyan tree that crashed through the roof and burnt the car   after the storm that made them hunt for their…

Hour 9 – 2022 (an Original) ©️

Trigger Warning: trauma, loss, grief, depression. 5th hour blues, Melancholic hues of dread and doubt;   Nothing left to bemuse. The silence echoes, without cues.   Walking through the fog, Shoes heavy with the sogg of old soul’s yearning…   The promises of Greif are…

Prompt Eight: What I Do Not Know

What I Do Not Know   What I do not know, about her, her person. What I will never know, about this person.   Certainly, I knew her a bit, briefly, a few moments. My take was not always positive, she was tough… In an…

Life does not owe you anything (hour 8)

life does not owe you anything, even if you think so, love does not owe you anything, even if someone loves you too,   happiness is not necessary, neither is sadness, the way you live is dependent on none but you, if you get luck…

Hour 8 : Gigan : Lost

‘Ther’ are moments when I stare At the white ceiling   Not that I am weaving a thought ‘Ther’ are moments when I stare At the sun shining bright   Seeing only the black spots ‘Ther’ are moments when I stare   At those dark…

Prompt Seven: Sorrows

Sorrows   The leaves come tumbling down. Leaves come tumbling down. Come tumbling down. Tumbling down.   Like my tears down my face. My tears down my face. Tears down my face. Down my face. My face.   There are sorrows unknown. Are sorrows unknown….

When it is about you

Hour – 5 when it comes to you They warned me, I am limitless When it comes to you They advised, I am uncontrollable When it about you But all i know is that conveying me a direction inferring me a path Directing me towards…

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