Hour Twleve: A Moment of Triumph

Author’s Note: Yet another time and the last time I will be ignoring a prompt in this 2017 Poetry Marathon. I will be concluding this marathon with a poem about a dream I had. Enjoy reading. I once was in a sacred cave that had…

Yarns

HOUR TWELVE her agate breasts weaves songs from the barren verses her hands sewed memoirs from the leftover yarns her solitude harvests warmth from the carcasses, of desires and naiveté the imagery of life looks fragile, morbid yet beautiful! Copyrighted by Ruchi Chopra, 2017.

Moonlight

When ready, the moon benefits you all. So that all the moonlight is beautiful, She confers other benefits at all the gods threatening her. And then, when you ought to be sacrificing, you are pouring libations and laughing. He ought to spend the days of…

She was the color

In a world of black and white, she was the color. By not her vivid beauty, yet by the smile, through her suffer. Poised in her position, authentic in her vision. Never altered by her ego, faithful to all her words written.        …