Surrender (Hour One) The wave crests and crashes down upon me crushing me in its curl and I am engulfed, immersed, overwhelmed by its strength, unable to emerge unable to call out unable to surface unable to breathe, churning twirling tossed to and fro. No…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
The Seashell – Hour One
I took my baby to the beach I walked her to the water A million seashells in our reach A day for Mom and daughter A moment that had harkened back To days spent in my youth My Dad and I had quite the knack…
(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow
(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow nuerons that’s the third : spiky structure i’ve seen : slowly floating past : ominous : misshapen oversized Soviet-era crown : metal neuron : cold steel-like structure : somehow sucking in light & not letting go…
#1- Drops of love
Petrichor invading my senses As I stand on the sandy earth The drops of water falling on me Gently, from the heavens above The winds around me are strong Lifting things up from around me But the torrents are stronger As the drizzle turns to…
The Stream
You are something I am learning to remember, my body pressed up against yours in a stream, water gliding over our bare bodies. In your arms, I am looking up into the canopy of hemlock and white pine, the whinny of the woodpecker nearby. With…
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain The sun keeps beating down Heat rises from the earth Every step feels like wandering further into the witch’s oven I’ve been out in the heat long enough that I feel like I should be well baked now I wish…
Ripples
Some of my earliest, tangible memories involve falling asleep waking up to the sound of water waves lapping at the shore of Horseshoe Lake My grandparents retired there when I was seven my summer bedroom every year sixty-feet from scraggly beach waves gently slapping sand…
Hour 1 – all in a day
random conversations : cultural, spiritual, artistic words stacked one on the other sounds bubble over all play,together, in my mind making me analyse and think, making me hit replay. they sink slowly into the warmth of steam dissolve in the void…
Faucet Locks in Protest (hour 1)
There lay open the slate clean as a whistle and straight ready to drink some unchained thoughts and untrained words why do these nagging dogs visit during my me time and must it be during my shower time? You would have thought it is…
Drizzles in the first hour
The palpable excitement Burst out In Light drizzles, Wetting the words As i Write them… Waiting for more. Smeetha, June 25, 2022, 7pm, India