Twelve Times ‘Til Tuesday

There’s a better place than here, I said. It’s at least twelve times prettier, And it has twelve days in every week. There are twelve rainbows after every storm Instead of, maybe, only three. The hourglasses are twelve hours long, I reminded him, Just like…

Shi Shi Beach

I have heard about this beach, the meandering boardwalk, the wide expanse of sand. I imagine roaming piles of driftwood, singing like a gull, a lonely song that moves me. My bare feet are sandy and burnt like my father’s after we left him.  …

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…

The Goblin’s Grotto – Prompt 11, Hour 11

Cool, damp, and muddy Not one but two larger ears A horde of green friends Mushrum lurking tall Goblin beneath oh so short Eating bugs for fun Big tall humanoid Stompy Stompy go his boots Spores are on the loose Threatening Bad Time Goblins run…

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,…

After Moonshadow 1/2 marathon poem #10

After Moonshadow 1/2 marathon poem #10 You lost your mind one night Playing in shadows of moonlight You lost your way back home Singing of your woes in blue tones Don’t be lost now in the dark So come inside, no need to hark Don’t…

Heart and Mind

And, if I ever lose my heart, I won’t cry And I won’t start And, if I ever lose my heart, Oh, hey, hey, I won’t have to love no more. “Did it take long to find me?” I begged of the Gods of Life….

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…

Moonshadow – Hour 10, Prompt 10

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…