Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a haiku or series of Haikus capturing the essence of a moment in an ancient civilisation.
Writings
He
I see Him beside What was once a grave of stone Broken from His shroud
And He was walking Above the waves around us Reaching out a hand
The land we were in Promised so long ago then He has come down here
Rome oppresses us And we have cried out to Him There He stands again
A woman reaches Briefly grazing His tunic And she is healed
One day they will bow But for now we are hated Just as He has been
Gone With The Passing Centuries
I want to do things World shifting, table turning Like the ones before
The Aztecs knowledge Starry skies, solar systems Breath-taking ruins
Sacrificial grin Metaphorical dying Remember back then
Do you remember? You were just a little kid And you didn’t know
That this would all soon Be gone like how the tide falls Yet, this won’t return
One thing stays the same Every moment on earth Will be lost to time
Jitters Before A Hike
Jitters before a hike Imagine if you had only one arm, and you were tasked to carry 16 sets of 4 heavy textbooks and go on a fifteen minute walk from your house to the library. Imagine the nervousness you would feel before performing the task? That is exactly what I felt when my family was going on a trip to Peru to hike up Machu Picchu. During the several months before our trip to Peru, my dad kept on saying things like “We are going to have to hydrate up for Machu Picchu.”, “Machu Picchu is going to be a really hard hike.” and “There will be so many stairs in Machu Picchu''. His repetition of those phrases made me think How am I going to survive this hike? It all started when we finally got checked into our hotel room in Aguas Calientes, Peru, and my mom said “Ok we have to get plenty of rest for our hike tomorrow, so everyone go to sleep soon.” _ Sleep soon?! It’s only eight o’ clock! How much sleep do we need? How bad is this hike going to be? _I thought. I went to my bedroom, turned off the lights and fell asleep. When I woke up we immediately started prepping for the hike. After we triple checked that we had everything, we drove to the site. When we got into the car, I got the feeling that I mentioned at the beginning again.. Ok I have everything prepared. I got this. When we arrived at Machu Picchu, we scanned our tickets. Then we entered the hiking trail. The entrance consisted of a rocky pathed forest with a bunch of trees with green leaves and ladder-long trunks. The sky was blue and crystal clear of clouds. Then we started on our eternity long journey of climbing white and rocky stairs. The first set of stairs were a breeze, but then when we got to the tenth set my heart started beating. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Oh no…This is only our tenth set…I can't be tired ALREADY!… Ok … keep … going. I made it through the eleventh set then the twelfth and with tons of encouragement, the sixteenth set. After that set, we Finally. Took. A. Water. Break. Whew! That was WAY too many stairs. I gulped down my water like I haven’t drank water in two days. Our view at the break consisted of bigger than Mount everest- heaped brown mountain with plenty of grass and gray and black rocks. _There is going to be an even better view at the top. _I thought, _I WILL get up there! _After our break, we hiked up another sixteen sets. In those sets, the stairs weren’t just plentiful; they were also these curvy, rocky and high steps with no railings at all. It was like walking on a curvy tightrope while carrying weights repeatedly 30 times. However, I knew that I HAD to tackle those stairs to reach the top, and I could NOT complain. I clung on to the walls and stabilized myself before taking my very first step up those swirly stairs. I kept saying to myself Reach the top! I can do this! I repeated those actions for each step up those swirly stairs. There was this set that was EXTREMELY swirly and narrow, so I grabbed onto my dad’s hand to tackle those sets. After our thirtieth set was over, we were finally just FINALLY at the top. Beneath the crystal clear blue skies lie the whole entire brown swervy mountain topped with green grass and a multitude of gray rocks and house outlines. It looked as big as two Mount everests together. When I saw this view all of my leg soreness from the hike disappeared. Remember how I mentioned that the feeling before hiking up Machu Picchu was similar to the feeling that you would get if you only had one arm, and you were tasked to carry sixteen sets of 4 textbooks on a fifteen minute walk from their house to the library? Well how would you feel when you are done? That’s exactly how I felt at the end of this hike. I had done something that I never thought I would be capable of doing before. I now knew that I no longer had to fear big tasks like this one.
Not Haikus but an ancient civilization!!
Bear Or Man?
There's a girl in the woods
She's sitting alone
She made the choice
to leave her home,
bear or man,
her answer clear,
the same as any woman near,
she closes her eyes,
breaths in the air and sighs,
safety is all she can feel, because she'd rather be a bears next meal,
than be subject to whatever the hell he feels,
he wants to do,
because there's a difference between a man and a bear,
a man is invasive while a bear is just fair,
a man will act on impulse a bear will act on instinct, you tell me how you'd rather die- in the woods or to some promising guy?
Who has his whole life ahead of him,
that's a really strong accusation you know,
did you say no?
did you scream?
Well what were you expecting?
What were you wearing?
Are you sure?
You're mixing things up,
your story's not straight,
you must be lying,
do you really want to do that to him?
This is kinda meant to be spoken idk how it will do just written
water
going to rivers, I search for something to drink dust surrounding me.
I push by people who hold vases made of clay, who hope to provide.
into the water I lower my own clay vase; water rushes in.
people around me carry all that they can hold back to the village.
after a mile, I make it to my own home humble as is packed.
cracked and muddy homes still serve as a shelter now after many years.
holes that are in walls show me the patterns of life that we all live by.
grandma and grandpa, mom, dad, sisters and brothers aunts and uncles too.
they all await me, and my weary arms provide the water we need.
the sun is up high, though I left after it rose; much time had gone by.
now, what will be done? cooking, drinking, or cleaning? will it be enough?
simple and daily, this task will always repeat as long as I live.