The Poetry Marathon

Hour 23 Endings

Now as a movie ends,

it fades to a black screen.

The music begins

as the names and titles

scroll upwards.

Listening to the music

in silence I’d read

through in search of you.

Those I’s and O’s that

spelled out your name.

The reward in finding it

among the many hundreds before you.

Now you no longer appear,

like a fragment of time

of imagination.

I remember you every morning I wake

look at your pictures and videos

left on your social media.

Endings good and bad are never easy.

You’re a movie I didn’t want to end.

(Hour 24) 21.30pm-22.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: poem that starts & end with same word (5 options given or choose your own)  

5 one-line pomes about: hope, stardust, cheese, sleep, & shoes

i.
hope sleeps in cheese shoes

ii.
shoes hop over sleeping stardust

iii.
sleep cheesy hope in your stardust shoes

iv.
cheese stardust slopes hopewards

v.
stardust chews sleep and shows hope

#24

Peace is seeing natural light through a window pane.

Denouement

Denouement

Evening of life
waiting at the doorway
Primrose oil lamp burns
scarlet flames rise unwittingly
and embrace the lovely evening

Hour 24

@varenyas

Lace Leaves

Crystalline leaves
with visible veins
look like lace
knit together
by spiders

Hour Twenty Four-Pillowtalk

i feel a daisy move near my ear,

i may have drifted off into my dreams.

eyes closed- a whiff of his cologne brings a familiar warmth.

‘go back to sleep love’, he tells me.

my dreams aren’t as beautiful as this right now.

I move closer, my hand rests on his stubble.

eyes closed- he lets out a sigh.

knowing smiles exchanged, i hear the thoughts in his mind.

brown eyes tell me to hold on for some more time.

from tickles to pillow-talk,

his only wish, to have it all.

 

Note: This poem is written using the image prompt posted during hour twenty.

Beeswax

beeswax
and honeycomb,
sunlight syrup pouring from a tap,
the little step on which I stood to turn the bin,
the burr of spinning frames, the whole scent of summer was
beeswax
slicked along a spool of thread, the burr of blades through paper piles,
the chair I bought to help my back; the whole scent of summer is
sunlight pouring through tall windows,
book glue, and
beeswax.

Hour 24 : Fear

Words seem empty

And they can betray

Pushing things to the edge

Knowing my faults

The horror sinks in

You would no longer be near

Filled up with remorse

If it’s worth, I am sorry

Turning in to a monster

You know very well

Our love is on the line

I want you beside me

I wish I can say that

The hurt I have caused you

And the pain I have put you through

A fear which grows inside me

Of losing you forever

I still make mistakes and mess up

But the only mistake I will regret

Is the one, one where I lose you

So here I come to you in shambles

Hope you see, that I want you forever

That I love you

I hold on to these strings of words.

I my not be the best

Hour – 17
In this world full of charms
i may not be the best
Yet certainly, I’m not like the rest
a path wide enough
for only two of us to walk abreast
The feelings the emotions
No real love just the lust
Failed to learn the maneuvers
Mocked by the dirty trickers
Trying to kill my innocence
every action under a surveillance
Trying to overcome the resentment
Ignored the Prophecy
Fell prey to Destiny
It’s not as easy as I assumed
To conserve the world from being doomed
I guess I was wrong
To fix the cold world
Fill the warmth of love
Is not going to be easy as the task
Yet, I am happy with the suffering
The cost i paid for honesty is vast
In this world full of fallacies
I may not be the best
But at least I am not like the rest

 

Aditi Dixit

Starry Night

Twinkles in the sky

Songs simple and sweet

Darkness with little light

Brightness only with absence

Glows with reflection

Twinkles in the sky