The Poetry Marathon

Prompt 14

Retired Teacher

There once was a woman in J.T.
who gets to hike & sip iced tea.
She made her mark
retired with a spark,
now she’s a school absentee.

Prompt 13

I wish I had a photo of the little holes in the closet wall in our den when I was a child. After removing the rag bag and iron and spray water bottle and what-have-you, I could crawl up on the shelf into my closet; it was at about waist high to an adult. There were some decorative holes on the back of a curio shelf on the other side of the wall. They were perfectly situated for me. When I was sitting on my closet shelf, it was a perfect secret agent perch to look out at the goings-on of my family. I was the captain of a ship peering through the spyglass. I was taking detective notes. I was making subtle noises to try to get family members to wonder what they heard. It was my closet and no one could have convinced me otherwise.

Prompt 12

Through
the green
mosquito
trail, we hiked–
dancing light entranced
so we forgot
to itch the
bites you
left

Ninette poetry form

Prompt 11 – Photo by Tim Foster on Unsplash

Every move you make
Every dance you shake
Every smile you give
Every day you live
I’ll be loving you

Every time you cry
When life goes awry
Every stint you’re mean
Whether dirty or clean
I’ll be loving you

Every time
Every day
Every season
Every life
Every being
I’ll be loving you
I’ll be loving you

Inspired by Sting’s “I’ll Be Watching You”.

Prompt 10

so much depends upon
the teal and cinnamon cruisers
with their elk-antler handles
elbowed in on the cobblestone bridge
with the row houses jacketing the street
and our satisfied tremors of delight
as we clamber up onto the bikes.

First line taken from William Carlos Williams ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’.

Photo by Aswathy N

Prompt 9

Daylight beckons me
watching
running
spilling out of darkness
the day begins with
breezes of breath
tears of joy
crags of a life
well-lived
without regrets.
The birds are
playing and
humming their songs
sometimes screeching,
but always authentic.
Oh, to be like a bird
on the wing of this new day.

Inspired by Max Richter – “On the Nature of Daylight”

Hour 8 Prompt

Whispers of courage
fill each drop of rain
until they become
a force to sustain

life and fill each with
whispers of courage
breath of heaven
and strength to forage

a  future replete
with newness of life
whispers of courage
confidence in strife

the strife to overcome
and to discourage
environmental crises
whispers of courage

Hour 7 Viator poem prompt

Viator at Writer’s Digest

Over the Edge

I gasped at the vastness,

it seemed as large as

the parking lot at Walmart.

Only there was

no pavement and

no painted lines and

no RVs free camping and

no shopping carts running amuck and

no conspiracy theories.

In fact, there was no solid ground,

except under my feet,

and the view was breathtaking

and reminded me to stop

and reevaluate

before I fell into oblivion.

Flat Earth Prompt Hour 6

The Crime

Accused persons

Concerned

Commission of a

Crime together

in Fulton County,

Georgia.

Conspired and

Endeavored to

Conduct racketeering

in violation of

O.C.G.A. § 16-14-4(b)

Contrary to the laws–

The good order

Peace

And

Dignity

Prompt 5

Source: The Georgia Indictment