By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 3 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 17; Hour 17: Write a poem about a form of technology that is obsolete or is headed that way. The technology could just be referred to in passing, like a telephone booth,…

Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors – reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged…

I am the forerunner Without me, Your songs are not portable Your music is incomplete Your world is tune deaf I am the one battling for existence Without me You cannot remember old songs You cannot dance to your favourite tunes Your world is dead…

hands advance gently just a minute at a time so few understand

Hour 17 (Marathon Prompt – write about an obsolete or soon to be obsolete form of technology) EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT Ink on paper soon could be Obsolete technology   Daily news in paper form May soon no longer be the norm  …

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…