an open letter to Theodor Geisel (hour 11)

Dear Dr. Geisel,

There seems to have been a misunderstanding.

We were told that we’d be going places.
Well, let me tell you a thing or two, sir —
we’ve got a real mess on our hands now and we simply cannot
keep it under our hats any longer.

My friend Cindy Lou, who lives over on
Mulberry Street, says it doesn’t matter if we’re
red or blue or old or new, that every heart
should have a chance to grow.

(My friend Sam, I am sad to say,
has gone a bit green over the whole thing, although perhaps
that’s neither here nor there.)

Now, to be fair, if I ran this circus it would probably be even worse.
But I know some very smart people, and oh, the things they think!
They say that if enough of us care a whole awful lot,
we could make some real changes around here.
I must confess that, while I didn’t hear who first
hatched the plan, I’m behind it 100%.

Perhaps we can sit down together sometime and discuss these matters further,
but for now, I must go.

Yours sincerely,
Marvin K. Mooney


Hello, all. My name is Megan, I’m a 47yo teacher in Austin, Texas USA, and this will be my second half-marathon.


Don’t let them lie to you. This shit is HARD.
It’s a thankless grind,
a neverending litany of everything you
didn’t know
didn’t finish
didn’t get right
didn’t make it through
and every day it
starts over
keeps coming
won’t stop
won’t ever stop
and you can’t make the ends meet
and you can’t make the pieces fit
and you’re quite certain that the light at the end of this tunnel is
an oncoming train.

But some days…

Some days it all falls into place.
It all comes together and comes into focus.
And you can trace the patterns and see the path.
And the light hits everything just right and you’re quite certain that
you’ve never been a part of anything more beautiful in your life.

So no lies. This shit is HARD.
But some days?
Some days this shit is MAGIC.


Hello, poets! My name is Megan, and I’m an educator in Austin, Texas. I’ve never participated in any kind of writing challenge before and I don’t really consider myself an Author, but pretty words are my jam and I’m often muse-struck in the poetry realm. When I first heard about the Poetry Marathon, I registered immediately for the morning half (before I could chicken out). I’m a little terrified but mostly excited about the whole thing.

Wait…..okay, yeah. Still mostly excited. Excellent.