5. Slow Drag

My days are long

and before I go to bed,

I can’t remember what

I did today.

I know I sat by the window in the morning,

sipping hot coffee on a hot day.

I know I sat to paint but

didn’t dip my brush into a bottle.

I felt the need to flip the dining table over

when my mother asked me go for a small errand.

I know I watched Phineas and Ferb

but in muted silence.

I know I picked up a book but

the bookmark stays in page 1.

My days are long

and they only seem to get longer

each day.

A little take on what I was feeling a few weeks ago. I don’t know what it was.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

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Feeling blue

beautiful sky blue sky

stretched from one corner to another

a too-bright silver disc above me

but i don’t care.

I see the dark blue line

where the sky and the sea green sea

sit and chat

all day long

like they’re best friends.

as that silver ball of fire dips

disrupting the sea-sky time,

they are no longer friends.

they puch each other apart

fighting for the other, cooler, prettier

silver disc, the sky blue sky turning into the

perfect indigo, matching my soul

and sea green sea turning so dark

it looks like ink, but foamy.

as it reaches my feet, I wait for the

ball of fire to ascend

and the sky blue and sea green

to become friends

again.

This was a prompt given to me by my bae Parvathi over at Queen Talks. She told me to write something with just one colour. It was obviously a challenge for me, seeing how much I love colour, but I really love this poem, even if the imagery is a bit cliched.

She and I have something exciting coming soon (we hope!) so look out for it!

#Januaryfalls18 27. Tangerine

Sweet sweet tangerine

acidity on your tongue

orange on my tongue.

A little haiku because it never fails to get me back in the zone. Also, this poem was inspired by this K-drama that I watched, Splash Splash Love. Totally love it!

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 24. Point and Shoot

My phone vibrates. A new text message.

I open it and see it’s from her.

My lips are involuntarily pulled to the sides as I press to download the new picture.

She’s in the Rome, in front of the Colosseum

Smiling her bright toothy smile,

dimples just below the corners of her mouth.

“Looks beautiful!” I reply.

“Me, or the Colosseum?”

“You pick.”

“<3”

“I wish I was with you” I don’t hit send.

Instead, I look down at my mechanized chair

and sigh.

I don’t know what I was trying to write, but I’m glad I got this out.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram

#Januaryfalls18 23. Daunting nights

Dark, cold nights call for

staying indoors and being

a good girl. No. Not me.

 

I am not scared of

the people out there, trying

to stare me down, pose

a challenge. Take scarves off, roam,

walk free out, under the stars.

A haiku and a tanka. I’ve missed them.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#januaryfalls18 20. School Days

Pen Fight!

Come on, boys! Let’s play the pen fight

We use the pens which would write! 

Some have ink,

others are pink!

It is so much fun to play,

throwing pens away!

Okay, so I wrote this poem way back when I was 10. I loved to rhyme and made it silly. So, taking inspiration from this poem, I will answer the prompt.

Walking through the corridors,

I trace my hand against the circle windows,

quickly taking in all the changes around me

the walls that used to seem too tall

the steps that seemed too large

the ceilings that were too high up.

Inside the classroom, the whole space is

smaller than I remember.

The metal benches are too small

but back then,

when my best friend say two benches away,

it seemed like we were galaxies apart!

No more school, no more benches

no more school-mates, classmates, bench-mates,

no more best friend.

I suppose I could’ve taken a different turn with this one but I like it. Sad, melancholy, wistful.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 13. Garnet and gunsmoke

Glaring sun forces a bead of sweat down my neck.

Giving up is not an option.

Garnishing prettily the food I don’t like is one way to win me over. But not this.

Gun fight is not what I asked for.

Garnet stoned jewelry is bad luck for me.

Gone are those days when

gold can get you women.

Golden-hearted men, on the other hand, is who women

give themselves to, past, present and future.

Another experiment. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.