The music plays softly in my room As I sit swaying in the dark Eyes looking out the window Contentment in my soul A smile on my face Perfect sunrise Finally I feel Calm ~thryaksha
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
12. Teenager in the Pandemic (a nonet)
This year stole him away from himself hijacked his craving for sunshine held his friendships for ransom annihilated school depleted his hopes dangled normal from the thread of a shot.
Strawberry Moon Summons
Luminous moon heralds coming change. I will welcome and embrace it even if the change feels strange. My life is a bounty; I cherish it all. Strawberry moon. Super moon. Hear my call.
Saviour #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourtwelve
the day that the white-coats came for me the darkness was overwhelming my isolation complete you added your music to placate the storm darkly brewing your words blew away clouds.
Hour Twelve
Nonet When you left me standing at my door, everything disappeared with you. I have no clue what to do. Without you, I am lost. How was it easy to leave again? You took all of my life
Amanda in Motion
(For hour 12—nonet prompt for Onweald) Amanda in Motion (by the character Nigel Taiman) She is beauty and death together with her weapon an extension of each movement in battle. Using her geasa’n skill, Amanda’s steeped in perfection, grace. Reflecting justice, love.
Spaghetti (Hour 12)
Spaghetti reminds me of simple times. It is love and fellowship, conversations and laughter. Sweet sauce contrasted with savory meat makes my mouth water. Feels like home and comfort here.
blue hour
your departure left an imprint fragile slip of a dried flower I keep revisiting behind the glass of my memories frozen in time like your smile blue like the submerged ice on a glacier goodbyes are always deeper than they seem layers of emotion warped…
Hour 12 – Nonet (text prompt)
I should write a little, a nonet With nine little syllables, oh yeah But I keep thinking basket- Ball, like hoops and dribble Throw it high up and Get three pointers Slam a dunk No net Swoosh
Hour 12.. sand
the captured sand dances from the shore the wave takes it into the deep it settles at the bottom shifting with the currents each grain alone, lost making castles missing light homeless small