Clarion Call

A lonely birdsong
in the pre-dawn ghostly hours,
the strained, drained plea
of Mother Earth,
withered and writhing,
breathing apart
“Whither are we bound? “
The question glares at us
in our insomniac stupor.
We the somnambulists,
wandering towards a mirage,
hear it, clear and distinct,
but will we heed?
And that too, when there’s time still?
Or will this be our eternal regret?
That we erased all songs
from the heart of earth
to record our emptiness.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

The winner

The naysayers. The mockers.
The teasers. The idle drifters.
The defenders. The comforters.
Their eyes were watching.
Their watch crawling
on her spine
like a lizard sneaking on the wall.
She shook off the feeling.
Felt the lizard fall.
And busied her mind.
Running the 800 metres,
perfecting the high jump,
revising the broad jump.
The crowd had 14000 chances.
To cheer and boo.
She had but one.
This one.
The uniform beckoned.
The background faded.
And with that denial,
she succeeded.
In her soul.
In her home.
In her street.
And in her test.
The standards were finally met.

Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words: Denial

And with Thin Spiral Notebook :100 words: Lizard 

 

Sky/skyline

The quest is the sky,
But this mirage of skyline,
Reins my oneirism.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #98 Rein&Quest

The last hurrah

She savored her stay with us.

Every single moment.

A slight pause,

Miniscule almost.

And then

It was time for her,

To wander

Beyond the horizon,

Behind the sun.

I still remember her last hurrah,

“Alright! 80 years of heaven are up”