The Poetry Marathon

A whole field of clouds

Waiting for a strong wind

So they might travel the world

Starting out as a big full cloud

Soon enough

It seems to lose the fluff

It shrinks and shrinks

Till there is no cloud anymore

I liked that last image of the close up of the flower. I had fun with this one. 

I sit in the backseat

Earbuds in covering the sounds of the road

I bop my head and watch sometimes

Flat and woody to hills and valleys

Finally making it to cornfields  far as I can see

The scene changes quick when you stop watching

When you look up from wizards and dragons

I am home and I start the quest

I look up and I see the new scene

In time with the rise of action

And I’m back into the quest saving the kingdom

I look up heros done and happy

I have arrived

My family will try to make it to some extended family’s place once a year. But we drive and it is a nice nine hour car ride. We do go through all these scenes on our trip. (it’s weird sometimes going from state to state seeing how each has a different type of main landscape) 

I didn’t have freckles when I was young

I noticed the first one when my first crush broke my heart

The next was when my best friend became my enemy

Each heart break brought a new freckle, a new scar

The deeper the connection the darker the freckle

My darkest appeared the day my grandma passed

Each one a story of love and loss

The physical to my emotional scars

I wasn’t feeling this hours prompt so I decided to skip it. Pinterest has been useful for when I switch out a prompt.

On days when the world is too much

And I feel lost in neon and concrete

I walk into the woods and breath in

I let the ground reawaken my soul

I let the stream bubble joy into my chest

I walk and walk until I can feel myself

Until I can face chrome and glass again

Walking down streets and singing

Nabbing a roll here and telling tales there

I tell Old Nanny May there is dirt upon her dress

And giggle while she looks

I pretend to throw the dogs a stick

And chuckle while they chase air

This is a poem I might need to come back to. I just can’t figure out where I should go from here. I like the idea of it, but it feels like something is missing.

A lonely destiny

Knew difference between right and wrong

No moral grays in life

The duty to tell the world

I used Good Omens for my erasure poem. I had fun but I wish the page I used had more words on it that felt right. And look pretty much on time XD 

I was always told to watch shadows

They hold more than secrets

If I’m not careful they will take me

You don’t notice it the first few times

But get caught a time too many

And you become the shadow

Watching and waiting to become human again

Oops late again lol. Well I should be getting on track.

Moonbeams shine on the city

Turning concrete to marble

The hush of the city everywhere

No yells of damn or fuck breaking the peace

The city will shine in quiet till dawn

When the fog hides the beauty for an other day

woot just made it back on track. I really like ones where they have you pick from a word list. It helps start something sometimes for me 

Unusual sized rats and six fingered men

Fire swamps and dreaded pirates

A love stronger than steel

And a wicked prince planning to kill his bride

A wild story full of small magic and deep love

Wit and strength throughout

A tale that will last through time

A tale that will always be in my heart

Running a little behind now. But I’m still here!!

The stars were once bright spots

But now they are spots of fire

Burning all that they touch

Once full of stories

Now full of horrors

We don’t name them for our gods now

But of poisons and death

The stars shine for pain now

No linger for beauty

I wasn’t feeling the form prompt so I looked through Pinterest instead.