As I walk down the road on a rainy day,
The skies weep, and the roads shine dull gray.
I weave through the traffic to find my way,
And spot an earthworm braving the fray.
Its fragile form, crushed by a tyre’s tread,
Yet it writhes and fights, refusing to be dead.
I feel a pang, but I cannot be its savior—
Who am I to save when I, too, waver?
The earthworm's battle seems my own
Struggling to rise from a world unknown
Am I not an earthworm, lost on this earth,
Struggling to prove my worth since birth?
I think I’m a savior to those I hold dear,
But my battles leave me weary, unclear.
Aren’t we all earthworms in this endless strife,
Searching for peace through the chaos of life?
Yet we fight to win, to survive, to reign,
Then feel helpless, bound by invisible chains.
The earth bears witness to our fragile endeavor,
And whispers softly, "I, too, am an earthworm forever."
This planet, floating in the universe’s expanse,
Is but another wanderer, given a chance.
Written by Suresh Iyer
The Angry Seashore
The Angry Seashore
Sneering at oil rigs.
Cusses and waves frantically -
Fearing tomorrow.
Written for the "OIL SPILLED OUT ANGER!" contest
FORMAT: Free Verse the since slam is no longer an accepted form for use on Poetry Soup.
SLAM POETRY is PERFORMANCE Poetry. So imagine my performance. I am leaning forward toward the audience with a frown on my face as I recite line one. Then, as I step forward for line two, my facial expressionsl change from a frown to a very angry sneering look. Next, I start waving my arms slowly as I state the word "Cusses". Then, as I recite the rest of line three I wave my arms faster and pick up the speed of line delivery. Lastly, imagine that I am cowering my posture down with my face still looking at the audience, My body is turned sideways and I am pretending to bite my fingernails I have sad eyes and a fearful frown on my face. OK THAT'S THE PERFORMANCE...USE YOUR IMAGINATION. Smiles!
© July 19, 2010