Prompt for Hour Two
Write a poem in five parts. The sections can be numbered or named but they must all be clearly separated from each other within the poem as a whole.
Happy writing!
Salty Seas
Lightning flash
thrashing seas
which swell and crash.
Salty seas
tastes the life
of Tomas y Maria.
Silhouettes, mannequins
of an indifferent God
who doesn’t seem to care.
Their wooden raft
creaks and floats,
lashed together by
who they want to be.
But no on seems to care.
Each crash and fall
pushing them away
from drowning in indifference.
Awaken
Awaken in me desire, irresistible desire
For freedom, for bounds higher
Revive in me seasons of rising
Console my uprisings
Hardly, for ages did I find solace
And Oh! Fate and its vengeful grace
Awaken in me fire, to burn through my soul
Make me whole
I have never known much of my;
My existence, they said was a lie
Awaken in me love, the language divine
And give me what’s mine
Mine is my love, my art, my word and thought
And the battles of fate fought
Now awaken in me peace
And they laughed such and would tease
When I asked for peace, they would
Remind me of my ignorance should
Should I know that life has none
Only awakenings and battles won
Inner Fire
Give me that fire whose light
Eliminates my mind
Give me that fire whose heat
Will burn veils of eyes
Give that fire whose flames
Will burn and melt my ego
Completely and fully
I, surrender myself
Jumping into this
Ocean of love and compassion
Drowning deep down
Strangely now I see
Myself ACROSS …..the shore
Seema Sahoo ©
Time
9AM Post
Writing from here today
a bit strange
The house is quiet
I like this
Had trouble with my CD player for music
it’s working now
Had trouble learning to post
figured it out, I hope
Already 40 minutes past the hour
Wow, time flies
Butterfly cocoon (II)
II
“Softly, softly now”, she whispered.
Fragile voice, trembling hands-
brushing against my cheek.
Tender love on fingertips.
Illuminated skin
chasing off the shadows
in pale blue light.
beginnings
and so it began like christmas morn
anxious and excited
i gather my thoughts
my words wrapped up like little shiny gifts
under wrap and foil and bows.
here i sit…waiting patiently to be inspired.
“add-orexic”
“add-orexic”
she was a straight-C math student
who hated graphing fractions,
in a flood of A’s and extracurricular
until she started skipping
lunch
the excuse sounded something like
the half an hour to do homework
was more mandatory
than the menu
in two months she brought her
math grade up ten percent and dropped
ten percent of something else,
the way she was
learning to divide her body
made her understand why she had to find “x”
each meal taught her to add
and she invented new ways to subtract
in five months she
became the fraction
and the only thing on the graph
was two digit numbers
and red circles to mark
every
wrong
answer.
(Indubitably, this is not my strongest poem. It will need workshopping. But, here I begin!)
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Daybreak Poem #1 by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon Poem
Daybreak by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon Poem
Sun wakes and paints
the Sky in reds and pinks.
Colours bend down
to touch the earth,
Like a lover’s early morning kiss.
Fog drifts in and dances across the lake,
In Celebration.
I stand still,
wrapped in this wonder
as Early morning dew,
weighs lightly around my feet.
The rustling and light splashing
at the water’s edge,
reminds me that
I am NOT alone.
The deep bellow of the bull frog
Echoes across the lake…
adding to this symphony of the senses.
Poem By: Ingrid Exner, April 23, 2014