The Poetry Marathon

In darkness when we met
You shine light upon my path
Now I watch dawn glow

See, I am my own light
I am sun, moon, stars
Plankton, planets, sun

I am the centre

Bang, universe explodes
Time races, gas expands out to infinity
Who set that time bomb off
Did anyone mourn its passing

Ocean of souls exists
Outside of time and space
Do you ebb as the oceans do
Pulled by an invisible god moon

Expansion slows
Time stands still for an endless moment
Maybe then the universe can think
Will we be sucked in like breath before a sneeze

at every step
trust earth will rise to catch you
safely though you fall

Barranca

Meandering through eucalyptus trees
Underneath a waning moon
Scent of wet earth rising up
I fear the dawn may come too soon

River waters full wth rainfall
Fan out your lovely auburn hair
We float here, naming constellations
Breathing in warm scented air

Stars shine in your gentle eyes
Our fingers now entwine
Skin tingling when we touch
Your old soul merging with mine

The night we listened
To the oars rowing
Horn so near
It seemed
We could see our hearts
We heard the ocean
Full of warmth
We were perishing
Yet unheeding
In too great a hurry
I have since wondered
If we listen what
Might come to us
Out of the deep

Erasure of “Out of the Fog” by C.K. Ober

Meditation in taupe
Sand dunes undulate unto eternity
Under skies cerulean blue

Anxious thoughts fly countless loops
Touch and go on fertile earth
TIL fuel runs low

Breathe in peace
Watch them go
No more to be done

Dear Fiona at age twenty-one
Do not worry about what’s to be done
You are powerful now, you always will be
As long as you start loving me

Listen carefully to the truth in your heart
The decades to come will be the hard part
Although for now you believe their lies
One day you will learn how to rise

Your old soul has plans for you
When the moment arrives you will know what to do
Seek the messages that you send
From future you and your best friend

(Write a poem that contains at least five of the following words and possibly all ten.
Moonbeam Coffee Hush Fog Canteen Damn Concrete Fir Shelf Dock)

Perched on a moonmbean, sipping cold brewed coffee
In the hush of a London Fog, I lost you

Your canteen overflowing with damn sap instead of red wine
No concrete plans to use the fir liquor for anything useful

Meditating on the shelf life of dock spiders
When will this madness end?

Dig deep to where you feel
Pull out the words you find there
Comfort them as they bleed

Find freedom in truth
Peace in release
Love in your heart

Write to heal your soul

Ferns rise from ashes of a different time
Hard lessons here for those who saw

Oaks bear witness to those who suffered
Solace in the afterlife their due

Autumn leaves wept