Holding tender bones bare of revulsion, strole into final Sati flames in sublime shining opposite – see! Surrender engulfing come what may, devote to the outer and flee when it fades. Ambivalent to your coat, and I’m still here. Glance into my eyes, exchange! Lie…
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Poem 16 | {Our Haven}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 2 pm 28/06 Australian EST Prompt 16; Hour 16: Write a poem about love, without ever using the word love in it. _______________________________________________________________ {Our Haven} Random specks within this vastness We are bound by a commonality…
16. Love does not go by this name
It came to me like a thief in the night out of the blue one weekend I fell for its lure. I prayed to God to help me decipher if it was true. After the encounter, I would not ever be the same. The name…
FOR JOHN
Hour 16 (Marathon Prompt – write a poem about love without using the word love) FOR JOHN He trusts me, even when he fears for my well being He compliments me, even when the dinner ends up in the trash or the new hair cut…
Flower in Bloom
Come, my flower is in full bloom My field is ripe for harvest I’m lost. Come, lead me out of this maze Lead me to your phase Lead me to the highest of high Lead me to your magic voyage Come, I’m ready Cannot wait…
15. Flying the Friendly Skies
Air travel is not what it used to be. You’re lucky if you get water or space to move your head. I think my jaw has not ever been the same since a long expired Spirit flight. This is no Air Jamaica Champagne of the…
Sailing Home
the salt breeze blowing through my hair mountains in silhouette at sunset and you.
Poem 15 | {Gravity}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 1 pm 28/06 Australian EST Prompt 15: There are very few poems about air travel, even though there are a lot about driving, train travel, and subway commuting. Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about…
Held High
Never had a backseat memory with you, No nostalgic leap to american adolescence, You know I always would, desert star skies we never shared The only notch left to make is to connect far off, Darkly splendid catacombs call to the Seine’s banks, A million…
By The Wndow
The passengers all look so grand They all look good this I have found All different shapes in different colors All smart-looking from different shores Then come the ladies all poised and pretty all smiles, accommodating oh all so friendly They don’t seem to know…