24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I reached the edge of the Earth
The very end
And leaned a little to look down
But it tilted and I fell
Down, down, down
Till pitch black turned to
Hues of sunset and pink sky
And stars turned to the other side
And I fell on doft green grass
Finding myself on the other side
I reached the edge of the Earth
The very end
Again, I’ll say, for I lost count
How many times has it been already.
The Wolves run wild as the blue moon rises
It moves slowly across the sky
big and bright and full of light
the moon
not alone
with the constellations and planets.
all going around
making no sound
but always shining bright above.
Thirty pages left?
But he’s already gotten the girl.
His relationship with his brothers
Seems to be on the path of mending.
What else could possibly happen?
It’s already three in the morning.
I’ve nowhere to be today.
My eyes are burning.
I really should get some sleep.
But there’s thirty pages left
And something isn’t quite right.
Maybe a few more pages
Just enough to ease the unsettling
Feeling I have in my stomach.
Surely this author wouldn’t
Let THAT happen.
She wouldn’t break that character so completely,
Not after all he’s been through already.
A few more pages isn’t enough,
I have to keep reading.
I have to know what happens.
I have to know he’s going to be okay.
I have to know, and I have to know NOW.
No, no, no, please dear author
Tell me you didn’t.
Tell me she isn’t dead or dying.
It will destroy him,
Losing that light from his life.
Tears are forming in my eyes.
Do I really want to keep reading?
I have to. I have to know.
A release of breath.
She’s fine, everyone is fine.
They are more than fine in fact.
The story will have a happy ending after all.
It’s been so long
Since I read a book
That kept me up so late.
I am exhausted
From all the emotional bouncing around.
But oh, what a wonderful feeling
To be reading at three in the morning.
INDELIBLE INK CLUE !
Darkness masked in the Ghatkopar-Mankhurd link street,
A grim realization, seriousness of lifestyle,
could also 2019 mark a twist so dark
A story about intrigue in which mystery without solution
Kiran Wankhede, the man with the overlap,
His hand stained with symbols that will end forever
Etched there are “holy passage”, “B” and “ok”,
but the story of the inked finger shows clue
At 6:30 a call for help was called,
Head Constable Dhumal, Surety of Duty,
He sped towards Zakir Hussain Nagar,
where the fragile thread of life was erased.
Rajawadi Hospital refers as
Yet Kiran’s fate, came to an end
A merciless stone sealed his breath
Head injury, relentless onslaught of lifestyle.
Postmortem revealed the chilling reality,
A story of violence, a heartless detective,
Articles 302 and 397 came into play,
Unknown culprits with certain questions to guess
Ink, the mute witness, sprang up from the polling station,
The image of democracy, the silent mask,
Unraveled puzzle, hidden tradition,
Justice flowed in an inky, search
“Under Ink’s Enigma,” the title will live on,
A perplexing puzzle in which truths are confided,
To get to the bottom of the mystery, the darkness unbound,
Justice literally revealed in the indelible lines of ink.
PROMPT -5 (REAL CRIME STORY NEWS)
HOUR-5
It runs all the way through to the other side of the world.
I don’t go down there a lot;
there’s not much left but every now and then,
you just might catch a glimpse of hope (although it is quite adept at hiding).
I’ve always had a complicated relationship with it.
When’s it going to be my turn?
Some people think about it until it drives them insane
but I have more cogent matters to attend to right now.
So much mystery behind it &
a lot that doesn’t add up but maybe it doesn’t
need to. Maybe it’s not defined by descartes or
kierkegaard or some higher power that only cares about itself.
Maybe the anomaly is part of its charm.
When all is said and done, I’m ready for what’s waiting for
me down there. Walk until you can’t move anymore & then
accept your fate.
When’s it going to be my turn?
Midnight Mission
I’ve never had a manicure.
A budget thing, yes, and also
a time thing. Usually, I’m doing
my nails after midnight. No salons
open then so it works into my schedule.
If you know me, you know my nails
are long. Sometimes too long between
trims and polish changes; when I type
and everything is numbers, I know
it’s time.
It’s time now but I know it will take me
a while to decide on a color. My polish
collection is massive, divided into seasonal
summer light and winter dark; creme, frost,
glitter, iridescent, mild and wild, trendy,
sassy, mirror, matte, and almost all
a shade of purple.
I pick Fandango with a stripe of Berry Blush
but then I see Rule Breaker, then Bolidonna,
Pompeii, Plum Crazy, Between the Sheets,
ooh Parlez-Vous, and settle on Purple Haze
with a shimmer of Glazed Donut.
Midnight start, the sun is rising;
I am yawning, reprimanding myself
to tone down the collection, far too many
colors, too many choices take too long
to do my too long nails but when I’m done,
I agree they are purpleluscious.
~ J R Turek Hour 5
And I wonder at those whispered confidences
Now that the chord which binds us is torn forever
Will the confidences…the many secrets be torn, forever, too?
Text Prompt
The earth is actually flat, you look over the edge and what do you see? Describe it.
Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form a flat-earther.
Image Prompt
photo by Y S