10 thoughts on “Prompt for Hour Three

    1. The same in Kannada
      ‪ಜೋಡಿಸುತ‬
      ಒಡೆದ ಚಿತ್ರವ
      ದಿಢೀರಲೆ
      ಉಸಿರು ಕಟ್ಟಿದೆ
      ಅಪ್ಪನ ನೆನಪು

      jODisuta
      murida bombeya
      diDhIrale
      usiru kaTTide
      appana nenapu

      #PoetryMarathon #hour3

  1. I swarm. Above them all, I see.
    It’s warm. They frolic by the sea.

    I flap. And down the shore I’m cal’t.
    They nap, kissed by ocean salt.

    I land. I wait to fill my tum.
    On sand, a child drops a crumb.

  2. Hoping I find inspiration for hour three! Hour two’s prompt was a sad attempt, as I had only minutes to create, having spent far too long with wordpress trying to keep my indented lines for the poem I wrote in response to prompt one – failed miserably, and the parenthetical lines are not indented. Alas, I am now behind…

  3. The Sand Surfers

    Little boys and girls wear slick black wet suits
    as they practice surfing on soggy sand.
    With arms outstretched, they pretend to balance
    themselves on un-waxed surfboards, as parents
    dutifully watch them from beneath their yellow
    beach umbrellas. Older children who ocean
    surf wonder when these young fledglings will leave
    the safety of the unwavering sand
    and venture into the sea, to experience
    firsthand the thrilling thrust of undulant
    waves and sea-born independence.

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