Hour 9: Ferris Wheel
A giant wheel carrying
the people through
fun, spinning the
baskets high into the sky.
Making the world to
look tiny and large as the crowd
cheered below as we
arrived at the same spot
where we started.
Hour 9-This Too Shall Pass
This too shall pass
We will march into the future
Eyes wide open
To mistakes we made
The debts we paid
This too shall pass
We make our path
We forge ahead
We stand fast and strong
We incurred our wrath
We buttered our bread
We cowered in corners
We avenged the wrong
This too shall pass
We will get to the other side
Better prepared, more in tune
Less of who we once were
For we have slain ourselves
We have played the victor and the victim
We have won a coward’s battle
And lost a warrior’s creed
No one
There’s exposure in the kind of performance that’s made
for anyone and everyone
of an unknown, or imagined version fabricated
to convince you
to accept, to love
a constant state of transmutation
HEART
A collection of paintings
Stories
And ink
Houseplants
Color
And no dishes in the sink
Apothecaries
Libraries
And water with ice to drink
I know that my heart is well cared for
Pepper Pot Soup
Oh where oh where
Are you
My pepper pot soup
Just wanna enjoy
The juice you produce
Give me a sip
Even if it’s only a
Little bit
Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)
Hour 9: Love is All You Need
His body kept me warm,
Not his love
His love is what I needed
Not what I wanted
His want was all I got
Not my needs
His fullness left me empty
Hour Nine
Nothing
This too shall pass,
Like this month’s flavour
Becoming next month’s
Fish and chip wrappings –
Nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.
So make hay while you can
But don’t count your chickens yet,
And this too shall pass
And all will be well –
But nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.
Learn from your mistakes
And don’t let history be repeated,
Time flies if you have some fun
And take your laughter medicine –
Just remember that nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.
My Experiment with Truth…
Life provides lots of chance,
To gain experience and get enhance…
On individuals does it lays,
To interpret or just read as it says…
Where most just follow the rules adopting shelter behind existing shield,
To be the change you want to see in the world, is what he strived to yield…
With struggle, hardships and all the odds in his the favor,
He embarked the journey, experimenting with truth, to become a savior…
Humanity over money and patience over violence,
Taught the entire race the virtue of non violence…
Backing Dialogues to mark the actions,
Loaded with weapon of Satyagrah, got almost all the sanctions…
Imparted preaching only after self implementing,
Taught to tame the inner demon for external’s destructing…
For life could be limited and very simple,
But thought need to be high with efforts making them achievable…
(My Experiments with truth – Mahatma Gandhi)
Prompt 9, Hour 9: Relief
Hard times were upon us all in 2020.
A pandemic hit.
Many lost jobs and loved ones.
It was an apocalypse that will never be forgotten.
The world was in crisis, some still are 15 months later.
People are asking for continued help from the president.
Some sit on the edge of their seats, waiting for more relief.
Its not over. And yet there was a pandemic in the early 1900s;
the Spanish flu
and people made it through, not untouched.
So as worry levels climb,
there is a promise;
this too shall pass.
Introduction – 2021
I grew up in New Delhi, India, in a house and family where reading was really encouraged. Growing up, there wasn’t a free moment when I didn’t have a book in my hand. Soon enough, I began to imagine my own stories. Images became words, then sentences, then full pieces of writing. As a child, I published poems in the local school magazine, and eventually, in my adolescent years, I wrote and published several short stories and a full length novel.
In my adulthood, it has been increasingly difficult to find the time and dedication to write – among the milestones of college, a demanding first job, and now graduate school. But whenever I do write, it never fails to elicit the sweetest of emotions. The beauty of an initial idea. The thrill of finding just the right word to fit a line. The satisfaction of looking at a finished product that I, uniquely, have created and shared with the world.
The Poetry (Half) Marathon gives me an opportunity to collectively experience the joy of writing with a community all over the world. This is the third time I am participating and similar to last year, my boyfriend and I will be doing it together. We’re down in Paso Robles, California for the weekend, surrounded by beautiful vineyards, sunny weather, and our indispensable laptops. We’re excited to channel all our creativity and undertake this journey together, and with the rest of you.
Good luck to everyone who is starting out now, and keep it up for those of you who have been braving this for the last 8 hours! Will see you on the other side!