Enough.
I’ve collected enough scars
to feed the guilt that’s feeding on me.
I’ve spent enough tears
on pitying for myself.
Enough smiles I’ve wasted
thinking it was fine.
Enough fears I’ve felt
of growing too fast.
Poem 22
Sllllooooooooowww
Never once feeling like not one
Thing not two things
But to the very definition
Absolute in number and in sum
nothing
Zero
It was the amnesia of ever
Existing
Forgetting what shape my matter
Liked to take form
Collecting my mass from the palm
Of my hand to the nape of my neck
Just to remember the sheer will it
takes to move a breathing body
It’s the readings done on the
Paleozoic Era and letting
The wild slithering, creeping, crawling
majestic creatures, rule your mind
For a respite in time.
Pondering how they had their moment
And wondering if this is how they feel
To be ancient and long gone
tableforone2am
Table for One2am
Welcome welcome
would you like a table
or a booth tonight?
Table please-
I have a reservation
Yes
– We’ve been expecting you.
Follow me please
Your table is ready
your host was very specific
in the setting up and arrangement
of your evening
Here is your menu for tonight
Ma’am? Here is your wine
If I may say so,
your dress is lovely, definitely approved
Though, If I may, your hair would look better
down
Something doesn’t feel right
but I can’t put my finger on it
just yet
But I’m not too scared
Your host is running a little behind
and asked that you go ahead and
order
what would like to eat?
2023 Hour 21: Running haiku
Write a poem that starts and ends with the word running.
Running, leaping, free,
Endorphins coursing wildly,
Body craves running.
19 restless
small changes keep
whispering over there
soon to creep closer
turn off the box
to unknow what happens
where is the respite
when roused at three
the brain reminds
us awake
Flaming Go!
Really? Look me in the eye and say that.
I don’t bite. I just nibble.
Shrimp! I love shrimp. No, really. I. Love. Shrimp.
All crustaceans, in fact.
Exotic fruits of the sea! But, I digress.
What’s the intention here?
Hour 11: Football is king
Harshib doesn’t need air but only foot ball to breathe
But alas his physique and intentions don’t match
His team has christened him as ‘the stick’
And everyday, he comes home badly bruised, mauled and fouled
That night as he wiped silent tears and went to sleep
He saw a vision in his dreams
A kind goddess bestowed magical powers upon his football
He woke up that day, all excited and eager
To find out if it was really a vision or a waking dream
He waltzed his way into the football field
At the end of practice, a triumphant Harshib walked out
Gloating at the star players of him team
Lying injured, their pride hurt more than their bodies
This happened every day; Harshib scored goal after goal
He was unstoppable until his captain detected foul play
And changed his ball for another; the little hero froze
He was called out but a little voice spoke in his ears
“The power lies within you; unlock!
A sharp breeze blew, he saw his magical football dancing in the air
Empowering him, encouraging him, ” You go mate!”
Harshib closed his eyes and gave it all he had
“Goal! And what a goal, Ronaldo will be proud!
Screamed their coach, his team mates patted his back
Harshib found his eyes watering, he realised
The power lies in you, you just have to have faith
Work hard and then the magic begins…!
18 Sisters
We made puppets with our hands and feet
We had a Christian cemetery for dead birds
We wrote plays to be performed in the basement
We had The Apple Lovers Club without apples
We believed in Santa despite being Jewish
We traveled by bicycle to meet up with friends
We had a backyard army tent no parents allowed
We wore ponytails pedal pushers and Keds
We smoked Marlboros down by the brook
We watched Vincent Price scary movies
We never had a telephone in our bedroom
We went to the little green store for Yoo-hoos
We understood that we were on the same team