3 thoughts on “Prompts for the Fourth Hour”

1. Smashed Piano

   As a Poet,
   I can’t
   believe
   I have never mentioned junkyards
   in my poetry before.
   In 50 years or less,
   I’m certain
   my Brother’s old piano
   will be smashed
   as his ability
   when his fingers first glided
   across those keys.
   My family were just
   butterflies
   fluttered our wings
   around his talent.
   Just regular Monarchs
   while his wings
   showed us the music;
   he was a rare Lotus Blue
   self taught jazz musician
   while all we did
   was hovered.

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2. A Century’s Gallery

   Humans are relegated,
   Androids roam the space,
   It’s a battle of wits and wisdom,
   It’s survival of the fittest,
   The beauty of the landscape is eroded,
   Like a carpet rolled up and carried away,
   It has gone with time,
   Gardens and parks wear sombre looks,
   The water bodies are covered with effluents,
   Its inhabitants are endangered,
   The atmosphere is saturated with ashes and dust,
   The flora and fauna stand at the edge of the cliff,
   The world seeks an escape route,
   Who will bring her out of the woods?

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3. Picture prompt-
   Strange that green growth survives,
   though a dry yellowish look it gives,
   music lost from keys white and black
   seems to ring with the unseen breeze
   where have all the senses gone?
   where have all the flowers gone?
   where have all musicians gone?
   Gone with poverty, everyone?
   Gone with greed, everyone one?
   But no, there is hope,even with one
   broken and silent ,
   mind is alive
   spirit is not dead
   celestial sympnonies are in the air.

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