The Poetry Marathon

Hour 15: The Rootless Tree

There it stands
But not really
It’s a tree without legs
A rootless tree

A rare sight in wild
Something that shouldn’t survive
Yet still it does and thrives
Showing off a crown of lush green

But how and why?
Something that’s so beyond reason?
Maybe, maybe not
You see, it’s not alone

Another tree stands by its side
Complete with healthy roots
And sturdy trunk, which it uses
To support its friend in need

Humans, I think, are similar
We survive because we band together
We thrive because we grow together
So why must we fight?

Let’s all be like the healthy tree
And share our roots,
With our brothers and sisters
So they can survive as well

And thrive!
Like that rootless tree.

Sleep

I desire you
Lay with me
Is that possible?

I want you to take control of me
Is that forbidden in this world?

Consume my drool
Yes I’m your fool
If you allow me to be

I surrender as your swaddled girl
Girded by your loins
Whatever position you please

Moan sweet nothings
Until I drift away
Pin me underneath your comfort
I won’t fight
I won’t utter a word
I’m submissive to you
Night and day

Hour 15 – Goblin’s Focus – Text Prompt

That thing, give it to me, please
Your shiny clicky click-clack
The faceted rock I want to squeeze
A precious stone, your plastic jewels,
Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot?
I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties
To put them in my mouth
You can’t possibly need them all, so
Give them to me now.

Oh what’s that? I run away,
Your shinies are safe today
Distraction has won out.
I fall into the trap you laid
Though your companions doubt
It would have worked if not for these
Little pretty rocks called beads
Stretchy stringy things
Oh if only I could focus.
If only I weren’t so lost
In the fog of distraction
Would that I could win against you
I’d be the richest ‘blin

If only I could focus
Bested once again
By these tricksy humans
And their med-el-en
Perhaps I’d sneak upon them
In the deepest night
And steal their lovely trinkets
Hiding out of sight
Or maybe I could find a dragon
With the humans slayed
I could win the right to take
Their things once Dragon’s paid

Oh a deal with dragons that’d be good
For protection and some food
But why did I want dragon’s help?
Oh right to take a flight?
A shiny! [The sound of falling]
[The goblin hits the ground]
[Distracted once again,
This time left unfound]

(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: lust + delicate leaves

bliss

after another wonderful
very physical session

we lie back staring up
so much star-staring

he’s talking of course
telling me his crazy dreams 

& i feel as see-through
& light

as the skeletal filaments
of a leaf left too long on the tree

only criss-crossing membranes
remain in remembrance of what

once was

 

Hour 3: My Favorite Poison

• Well ripened banana peeled and split in halves

Placed on either shores of a plastic boat

In between are placed three scoopfuls

Of mouth-watering icecream

Strawberry with maple syrup topped with maple nuts

Pistachio with caramel sauce and sprinkles

Chocolate with chocolate sauce and Brazil nuts

Oh, that brings my salivary glands into feverish activity

Alas! I am an incurable diabetic!!

 

Hour 14: The strange tale of Pungappa Chetty

Originating from the Southern belt of India,
This is the tale of pungappa Chetty
A young, astute businessman
Who loved his wife to death
And vowed they would always stay together
She too loved him with an unrivalled passion
Every evening, when he returned home tired
After the day’s toil, served him tasty treats
One day, a peddler with a magical voice and funny eyes
Coaxed her to buy a truckload of fresh delectable dates
When he returned that eve, she greeted him with a hug pot of dates
Her eyes shone with anticipation
He opened the lid but O horror!
Out jumped a battalion of smartly dressed soldiers, instead of the dates
Beat him up black and blue, discarded him to the ground and disappeared
Seething with indignant anger, Pungappa Chetty threw her out, accusing her of black magic
Cursing her fate, how everything changed in one night,
Dragged herself to become a light- bearer in marriage functions
Fate had other plans; a pining and slightly regretful Chetty
Met her in a friend’s function but to him was unrecognizable
As she gave him light, the darkness fled, he felt warm
” Who are you?” He whispered
And she in a sing-song voice narrated her story of woe
Chetty sprang up, touching her feet, begging for apology
Embracing her, he declared his undying love
Promised never to be irascible and irrational ever again
She smiled through her tears, shyly basking in his warmth
And thus ends this tale that silently shares the secret of conjugal bliss;
Trust, togetherness and accepting you were wrong!

Someone

Someone

Patterns of longings
dissolves in
her loosened hairs

Hour 15

@varenyas

Midnight Poet, a gigan

Midnight Poet, a gigan

Writing poems long into the night.

Computer on my lap, beer in my hand.

I’m quite sure I’m a frightening sight.

Everything I write clearly hasn’t been planned

I read the words on the page and they’re so bland.

Prompts fly at me at a record pace.

I can barely keep all my thoughts in one place.

The coffee is brewing upon the stove.

I hope the caffeine unlocks my words.

Writing poems long into the night.

Prompts fly at me at a record pace.

Not wanting to quit but craving sleep

My head nods and bobs all over the place.

My body’s shutting down into a mushy heap.

As my eyes struggle to stay awake,

I gobble down another piece of cheesecake and fight on.

H-14 Candyland Incorporated

Once upon a time, specifically, in the 1930s, on the upper west side of Manhattan, there was a candy store.

It was your basic soda fountain/candy store of the day – egg creams, malts, ice cream sodas, newspapers, chic-o-stick, chunky, milky way, and an assortment of other confections of the day.

A young couple owned the store – she a hard-working, petite, nervous woman always on the move; he a quiet, man of easy temperament.
Already their family include one little boy, and girl was on the way.

Bugsy bought his paper at this particular candy store. Every day, like clockwork.

To be continued…
a little billiards, a little shopping, and a connection to the mob

Infernum (hour 16)

Added,

Grotesque herald,

His invading entity,

Trespassed on my vocation,

Burning.

Dancing,

Flames amber,

Joy at donations,

Charity in bodily form,

Blazing.

Blazing,

Skin crackling,

Fingers as candelabra,

Putrid flesh-soaked alcohol,

Fitting.