A flower pot resides next to my work station Sometimes a flower blooms with a red glistening texture its subtle fragrance all over Sometimes a thorn pricks my conscience its consequence all over The crimson pot— my muse stays forever.
Category: Musings
Hour Nineteen
Space I’ve always been scared of the space I’ve seen myself lost in its eternity It was the thing you wanted from me Blank and austere. I was unable to survive in the cold purlieus of your space On the ebb…
Hour Eighteen
How to make chai (tea)? Take a pot fill it with water half full show your optimism Put the pot on the stove on the medium flame of agony Add tea leaves— all black equal to the number of lovers Charlie has…
Hour Seventeen
Shall I mourn the loss of time? It took away all my dimes. Shall I mourn the loss of time? It made me prime. (Couplets)
Hour Sixteen
From Lolita My body has just ripened let me bear the fruits with you the diamonds in your eyes reflect the light in mine the lollipop of desire is my favourite candy Humbert, I’ve forgotten Charlie, let me hum your tune…
Poem 25- My Second Marathon
As the birds wake up outside, And the darkness begins to hide, I to myself begin to chide. “Why would you do this? At least you have not died.” Despite a setback here and there, Despite prompts that felt unfair, I made it through, I…
Goddess Freya in my Garden (24th hour)
Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free Crickets chirping their way through the grass Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food The…
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…
Windows of My Soul
I look out and see the possibilities of my life. A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore. It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled. There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach. I hear the song. I…