Hour Fifteen- Winter Solstice

  winter solstice the familiar warmth of i  s  o   l   a   t   i    o    n     Note: This poem is written using an image prompt from hour nine.        

The Truthful Cow (a folktale)

The Truthful Cow Punyakoti, the cow, was so truthful, she never lied, She had had a little calf whom she idolized. Her herd lived happily in the farmer’s care. Once after grazing for a day in the forest The cows were going home to be…

Coronatimes

It’ll all blow over, don’t worry, some said But the hospitals were full, there was nary a bed And the TV showed sidewalks with hearses, and the dead Waiting to be buried. Communities had barricaded themselves in All deliveries were dropped off to be collected…

The Unconcerned Lion

“Past the river, and through the jungle, There lives a lion, In its den, It prowls around at the mouth of its cave, Circling the air as if it’s trying to catch invisible prey. It never hunts nor leaves it cave, But sits around lazily,…

I saw (Hour #12)

I saw you last year on the news; you were the one clothed in blue and gray, you were the one who’s smile seemed faked, you were the one who had a sad eye on a happy face, you were the one who shed unseen…