The Poetry Marathon

II- Communion

Chalices of legend

jeweled, coveted, rare

pour their contents slowly

into the pungent Earth

Water, ageless yet eternal

waits for the emboldened traveler

Wine, refined by time

is fickle in its wisdom

Blood, precious but reluctant

flows freed from splitting skin

 

The chalices empty, leaving little

within the bronze swept basins

The sun sets, the moon rises,

opal and emerald glint

softly in its illusion

Three seers part ways

Artful embroidery

dragging through

the grasses of separate lands

–they will know when

to meet again

 

Poem 2- Texts From Mama

good morning

you really independent now ha

which is good

 

I want to send you macadamia cookies 

you don’t want  

us to know your address 

not to go 

but to mail

 

but u know

to be honest with you

deep in our hearts

we love you

 

Im misses you so much

your parents misses u

ur sister too

esp. 

ur mom

 

you’ll understand

we sit together

in worship service 

 

she was broken hearted

I could feel it

cuz Im her mother

 

you used to 

sing all the time

 

I remember your voice when you 

sing hymns for Worship Service

Ten years ago.

Write a poem from the point of view of yourself

What is this life about, why I feel so wounded, so exhausted?

Shadow of my old depression and the attempted suicide?

Pain of an arranged marriage gone astray?

Desire of kissing somebody for love?

Fighting for justice, for the rights of people around

Listening to stories of people a in an uber car,

Sleeping in the coldest room, in a huge house?

Waiting for my kids to graduate from college,

Desire to start anew, searching for a new love?

Feeling a new depression looming in the horizon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 the perfect one for me,
He is tall, fair, cute yet handsome
He has the innocence and playfulness of a child
He has the most wonderful soul.

I can call him by any name
Fatty, potato, darling or a cutie
I say “I love you” to him thousand times a day
He poses for all my selfies with no complaints.

Yes, I am talking about my favourite boy
His name is Doodles
He chose me and for him I am his world
To the rest of the world, he is just an ordinary rabbit.

POEM BY
SHREYA SURAJ

Hour 2-Gone

Up, up and away

there goes all of my heartache,

disappointments

loss

and all that they encompass…

I am ready for

fresh anointing,

healing from all that

hurt me,

captured me,

bounded me,

sucked the life out of me…

down comes

hope

anticipation

love

and

forgiveness

Becoming (Hour One, A Netno Poem)

BeCoMiNg

 

vast

barren

nothingness

reaches beyond

blue lined horizons,

beckoning, beseeching,

pleading for purpose, begging

for beginning. Pen to paper,

my words breathe life; a poem is born.

 

 

(A netno poem is another one of my infamous format perversions, a nonet poem, only in reverse. A nonet poem is made of nine lines with a descending syllable count beginning with nine syllables in line one, eight syllables in line two, on down to one syllable for the final line, making it visually appear that the poem is slowly vanishing. A netno poem is also composed of nine lines, but with a reversed syllabic count, where the first line is only one syllable, the second line is composed of two, and so on until the last line, which has nine syllables. This creates an illusion of something appearing out of almost nothing.)

Ten years ago

At daybreak, I am drawn
to the ocean and
I am alone and
happy as I pass gardens filled
with flowers and birds.

 I reach the fog-shrouded sand and
discover a huge purple sea-star,
just there on the sand,
a magical birthday gift from
the planet.

My hair is longer and blonde and
my eyes are clear and
I am strong.
The day promises joy.

My friends appear on the beach and
we play at water’s edge
and laugh as
the surf sparkles in the early light.

I haven’t yet lost so many,
my people, my furkids, my dreams,
I am filled with hope, protected from knowing
what the future will bring

My Twins

I saw my future in you in a picture I drew

of my dreams when I was a child.

Steady goes as my belly grows,

a boy and a girl the image shows!

My heart was always waiting for you.

Prompt 2 – Text : I was too young

She lay there, in the dark
Moaning
The language she speaks I do not know

She locks eyes with me
I look away
I try to keep to myself

I’m not sure how I fell asleep
The annoying woman had kept me awake
But she doesn’t make a noise now

The gifts my family bought me
Have been stolen
I’m upset, my day has been ruined

The woman has visitors now
Great
There will be more noise now

I expect laughter and talking over each other
But the silence is broken by howling
And crying

I had wanted to greet her this morning
I had wanted to be nicer, to be better

When you’re done

And i heard you
When you said you were done
You can think and say what you like
Its okay, for you to be done
Because I’m not done
And since i’m not done
We both can’t be done