They told me I was wasting time When I could just beg for change While I sat at the computer Writing poems for a page That had yet to exist, you see I’d not yet found the strength To give my writing to the world…
Category: Poetry Prompts
“Lacuna : A Story From The Past”
I am a missing part of something that’s already lost. I missed myself the most. As young as twenty but felt like thirty. I hope, I am happy at thirty … I lost father a few weeks back, My voice still cracks….
prompt 2: the shadow of the ladder (a parable of women’s lives)
the shadow of the ladder (a parable of women’s lives) seems fitting somehow for a woman to be looking at the shadow of a ladder to an unseen ceiling in a space where everything around her is incomplete contrived or just out of reach……
Hour 2
SOMEONE LOVES ME TOO I wished for someone who would love me I wished for someone who would circle my feet I wished for someone who would wait eagerly for me I wished for someone who would just accept me for my imperfections. God made…
Hour 2 – Turning 40
Prompt Two – Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. Age is just a number right? What have I accomplished? How can I be this old? Is that a grey hair? Why does my back hurt?…
2013
New Year’s party Taking shots Liquor gliding smoothly Through a tunnel of clear ice In a gym Where 70 year old Marta Learned to do pull ups And lift 150 A time when Deep wounds Left scars And clouds of uncertainty Of middle age Nebulous…
Prompt Two – My 12-Year-Old Self
Prompt Two – Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. (My poem is 45 years ago, not 10) My 12-Year Self She jogs beside me, this child so sweet, I knew her well, a long time…
Prompt #1: gate keepers
Image prompt: gate keeper you welcomed me – somewhere I didn’t know I’d be lost to in fog and darkness comforting and yet something not quite right. gatekeeper to what has never belonged to you to keep anyone in or out of… especially light…
Hour Two: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago.
POV mumbai suburb small house three kids housewifely chores housekeeping tutoring kids washing the dregs from the smug teacup i told you so it smirks at me i told you so it mocks me the cup all neatly wrapped now lies as pieces in the…
Ten Years Ago
Cut loose, new freedoms spring from explosive endings. I’m blind to them such is the chaos, grieving loss, shaken questioning of self, the tumult of new beginnings.