The Joy of Flying -Prompt 15, Hour 15

I feel like a wire, electric I feel like time itself is below, entire worlds just frozen, tiny A metal carapace is all that stops The world from meeting me too fast Thousands of feet up in the air hundreds of feet in little blue…

Leg Lifts – Hour 13, Prompt 13

Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…

2020 Poetry Marathon, Hour 12

Last one! The prompt for hour 12 is to (1) grab a book at random off the shelf; (2) read the first line of the book, and the last line; (3) pick one; and (4) use every single word in a poem. The book I…

Hour 12 – Crossroads

I stand at a crossroads Unsure and confused One way leads to something known The other into the unknown One way is easy The other is terrifying One way will please others The other is just for me One way I dread The other ignites…

Thorns…

They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…

Hour 11 – Dear Younger Me

You are unloved, but love is coming. You are lost, but one day you will be found. You are unheard of, but one day your voice will be loud and strong. You cry alone, but one day someone will wipe away your tears. You are…

Who am I?

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…

Solitude…

In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…

Hour 10 – Stop

The wind stings as it whips past my face. My cheeks are raw from its abuse. But I cannot stop. My feet strike the hard ground beneath me. The pain slithers up my legs. But I cannot stop. My breath is rapid and labored. My…

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