Dear Neighbour, Please do stop stealing my paper, it is quite a crime you commit, and I do not appreciate such cheeky wit! And please do stop feeding, my poor Oscar shredded paper, dear God, I’m pleading, he keeps throwing up on my expensive…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
hour twenty three
neko cafe the guests sipping coffee through the hours cats fall asleep or watch them sitting in their favourite places on the chairs watching you go by the smiles of the visitors calling for a few purrs
Stranded #17
Deep sobs wrack through me My heart threatening to rip out Angst filled certainty. Reckless tongues whip me Disintegrating my will No friends. No allies. How many will desert When you have lost everything Cruel reality. Back stabbed, betrayal Friends forever broken…
Railway Mayhem #16
Deep booms shake the Earth as trains belch out smoke formed as a result of their undigested coal lunches. Clanking and screeching of metal dragged against metal blending into the cacophony of sound erupting from every corner. Elbowing, stomping and kicking. Frantic agitated…
(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “place”
the swing somewhere near my childhood a swing hangs from the branch of an old tree which leans over the edge of a cliff often filled with mist an ancient house hides nearby only a few family members know of this tree’s odd power to…
hour twenty two
“Blue Clouds” looking at myself just like Narcissus in the pond I notice blue clouds flowing past me i raise my eyes and get lost out of the blue
hour twenty-one
Dear fellow travellers, I see clouds as solid and fluffy I sometimes think we could come to rest on them lie down and take a nap i sleep during the flight because of this
Aorta #15
BEEP……BEEP…..BEEP…..BEEP My cardiac muscles Pump in and pump out Squeezing blood through My veins, my arteries And then little down the line, my capillaries. Breathe in. Breathe out. That’s what they tell me. Poking scalpels and doing a by-pass That’s the only way…
Hour 23 – Prompt 23 – Place – The canteen
I am the most happening spot at any workplace My chairs are beautifully set before office hours People visit me for their routine tea or coffee They sit together and discuss things as they sip They may leave a stain on my table or keep…
The Night is For Sleeping
The night is for sleeping, Yet I lay awake Sometimes In the wee hours Thinking I must sleep And wish otherwise. Not enough time To sleep at night.