The Poetry Marathon

Four-leaf clover in my pocket.

Skipping stones along the river.

Singing tunes.

Better sleep.

Four-leaf clover Luckiest of them all.

Barefooted on moss.

picnic with a soft breeze.

Dreams continue.

The weekend.

Getting the last bite of the favorite dessert.

Sleeping in. Staying up.

Feeling good.

Finding love.

Letting go.

Relief. Meaning. Calm.

Friends, family, hobbies.

Day by day.

Mundane every day.

Change, sameness.

Unique and Copy.

The overlooked.

I knew it was coming.

Everyone did.

Fluttering leaves showed the way.

Flowers bloomed in place.

The moon cycled.

Nevermore blessed.

I needed to see it through.

Opened a box.

There was a fox.

I thought it would be socks.

This rocks.

The nothingness took over my consciousness.

I was not standing.

Haze overtook my eyes so I could not see.

I could only see blurs.

Thoughts ran through my mind.

I might be alseep.

Misty mountains in the morning dew.

Shine the light of the sun and the moon.

Majestic and strong.

Even when we are gone.

Lullaby sing so sweet.

Stop crying and just meet.

I know you wanna eat.

You are so sweet.

If the only thing you wanna do is meet.

So just eat.

Glowing bright through the night.

Not near or far like a beacon.

You can see the outline from the light.

All because it has begun.

Crystal clear.

Sparkling, and glittery.

Cool and tasteless.

Life-giving and precious.

It rained on one side and on the other the sun shown.

It was like the party itself it looked pretty but tension grew.

Even though it cleared up it was not the same.

When it ended tension did not leave it was just hiding.