The Poetry Marathon

Hour 17 prompt

EDUCATION

Transfer of knowledge happens even in birds and bees
Mother bird teaches the child how to fly from the trees
The lion teaches the cub how to hunt
Even pigs teach their piglets how to grunt

Knowledge sharing is known as education
This happens from the previous generation to next generation
Education is needed to survive
Then only even the bee can build a hive

Man has made education happen only through schools
Acquiring only booking knowledge can make us look like a fool
Nature is our biggest teacher
That only guides our soul and every other creature

BY SHREYA SURAJ

Last days at [insert location]

   Last days at [insert location]

 

The only memory the almost broken

Sewing machine holds is of my fathers

Feet as they sync into it to weave my mothers

Yarn.so we let the machine stay, we take another

Look at the room, everything seemed to have

Given out its color of originality.

The dwarf guava tree withers strangely

So most times we do not sweep the

Exiled leaves, we let them rot to the ground,

We let them rot to silence —to sand.

My mother would then ask what I needed before

We left, I’d be left between choosing my fathers

Memories and my mothers peace

I would then steal the entire house

And its memories, hide them behind a

Brain pathway in my head       If anything is worth holding

Unto, it’s worth keeping forever.

(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: inarticulate surroundings, tiny truth

exhausted

we’re lost high on some tiny hills
somewhere in a valley of paradise
overlooking a misspelt ancient
Spanish warfield dripping olives

Ryan snoring at my feet
wishing i was out under sun
with dead (but now second
life) wood baby in hand

Hour 16 prompt

FREEDOM
A few months ago, the thought never came,
That a new virus would come, and life would never be the same!
A few months ago, the thought never came,
That even going out of the house would never be the same.
A few months ago, the thought never came,
That travelling to another country would now never be the same.
A few months ago, the thought never came,
That there was no value for money, education or fame.
A few months back, nature was taken for granted,
But nature shackled our legs with fear and now only freedom is wanted.

BY SHREYA SURAJ

Storm – Hour Nineteen

Storm

Salty air blows around in circles
The breeze picks up seaweed from sand
The current reacts to the gusts
By crashing to the shore
Seafoam swirls the rocks
Shells dig in deep
Safe from harm
Black clouds
Storm

Hour 19 2023

War Zone

I’m in a bunker,

sandbags piled all around,

barely able to keep my head

up, for fear of incoming rounds.

I’ve taken some direct hits, already,

and may or may not be able to

withstand more. Could you help me,

carry a message back to headquarters?

I need reinforcements, ammunition,

and yes, food and water. Otherwise

I may not make it out alive. Surely

they haven’t forgotten me, stranded here.

Hunting Life

Well gone are those feary
while we think a living prey
will live soon without a baby
when killing seize their destiny

Fisherman goes for fishing
catching salmon with netting
working the clock like a king
shorting breathe of fins living

Hunters matches to the forest
holding raffle to shoot at sight
any animals that cross the rout
be it a lion a dear or big elephant

fierce lion hunt the zebras
deadly wolf strike buffalos
fearful tiger tear the rabbits
fiery hawks hook the chickens

Hour 15 prompt

WOMAN
A woman is an angel on earth
Shamefully only a very few know her worth
Every woman is a combination of beauty and brains
She can bravely walk through any pain

Every woman is unique in her skills
And she can master any work if she wills
A woman can perfectly balance both office and home
At times she is even more knowledgeable than Google Chrome

A woman can even take up arms
If someone ever tries to harm
She is always trying to protect
Her kith and kin from every problem or insect.

A woman is more valuable than silver and gold,
She is priceless even if she is a century old
A woman is more colourful than a rainbow,
She can light up any house with her glow

BY
SHREYA SURAJ

Hour Nineteen – Of Scottish Summers

Hour Nineteen – Text prompt

Write a poem describing your surroundings as inarticulately as possible but maintaining just a tiny bit of the truth.

 

Of Scottish Summers

If you live in Glasgow

and look out of the window,

You’d see all that is to be,

Shouting out from every tree.

Lush grass from last night’s rain

in contrast to the leaf’s refrain.

Apples ripened, begin to fall,

past their prime, harvested all.

Hedges are already thinning somewhat.

Still bushy and green but not a lot.

Cherry trees that once were pink

have turned to green, they make you think

of the colour splash splendour of Fall.

yellow, orange, red, pink and all.

Imagine the Scottish Gods get drunk

with paintbrushes, they goes all punk

Unreal colours, as far as eyes travel

Neon reds cling to branches, then unravel.

Gentle late summer days are nearing the end,

But hey,

there’s awesome autumn around the bend.

Redaction

I don’t know what I am (redacted word)

some comic (redacted word) this is

Playing with words for some (redacted word)

Unbidden, unseen, unknown.

I am (redacted word).