Hour 7: Kisses

Life brings many things

The soft kiss on a scraped knee

The goodbye kisses before jumping out of a car

The first Kiss full of teeth and blushing

The fist last kiss full of pain and tears

The last kiss on a wrinkled cheek

Hour 6: Out

Some days I feel lost

Separated from myself

Like there is a me going about

But not present

Like my soul got locked out

Out of this house I call a body

The day ends and I’m not sure

What happened and where the day went

Hour 5: Untitled

I lay on the couch

Frozen I place, watching

It inches closer, growing

Ot starts the size of a penny

But soon a plate

A dog

I want to move

Run on six fewer legs

But I can’t

It reaches to touch my face

And I’m awake


this one was fun to write. I had a dream staying at my aunts of a giant spider crawling down to my face. So very scary dream

Hour 4: Water and Stars

Crystal waters lap at my feet

I lay watching the stars

Looking for the stories they tell

Heros and monsters of simple times

Shining from deep blue

Throwing light to the pale water

My breath loud as thunder in such quiet


I really liked the stary mountain picture and the ocean one under it. So I tried to include a little of both in the poem. (Also doing my best to be on time)

Hour 3: The House Of Smoke

Our house sits upon the river

Which once was clear as glass

And brought life and wealth

But soon the woods started to burn

Ashes and flames fell breaking glass

The river becoming smoke

Still winding but dark and clouded

Bringing coughs and coal

Our house sits upon the smoke


I really like this one. I ended up not using this hours prompt because I didn’t care for it. I went onto Pinterest and search prompts and it was one of those month, first name, last name deals that changes the words based on each. And I had house river and smoke and this idea came to me. 

Hour 2: Magic

Witches and wizards filled my head

With sparks, newts, and rat tails

I just wanted my own magic

A powerful wand and stable broom

A dark cauldron and pointed hat

But sparks and wands are just in stories

So wand became pen and ink my only dark tool

Paper corners pointed and a stable desk

With pencil shavings, dictionaries, and tea

Witches and wizards fill my head and paper


Im rather happy with this one. It feels a little silly maybe but that is good for some fun.

Hour 1: I Am

I am searching for my place

My home in the universe

I am searching for inspiration

My grand idea that’s waiting

I am searching for love

My rock to keep me grounded

I am searching for joy

My sunshine when there’s no sun

i am searching for peace

My calm when the world storms

I am searching for my place

My home in the universe


So here is my hour 1 poem. I don’t know that I like the last line but I can revise it later as needed.

Revisions for Submissions

Hey so I had sent in my submission for the anthology. My poem Cafe Writer from hour 6 is the one that got in after my revision. But I thought I would post both of the poems I had sent in for submission. I had a hard time choosing poems to work on and I had liked Cafe Writer a lot when I first wrote it and Text You Close I had fun writing so I ended up picking those two to send in.


Hour 6
Cafe Writer
Words slipping free of my pens.
Stories unfolding from depths of thoughts.
Stretching to fill the page.
But my stories are left half done.
Pen unsure of what is coming next.
All action gone to calm quiet.
The hero losing the need to save.
Story frozen and left in a file.
My eyes glance around the cafe.
Everyone living a story.
Maybe some writing new ones too.
Some also only getting half down.
Not able to finish the story.
Maybe the end is too sad.
Or it became too cliche.
Or maybe I am the only one lost.
Hour 23
Text You Close
It’s weird to miss you.
Since we were never that close.
But we got closer before I left.
Something was different.
We started to talk.
We shared something others didn’t.
This side of me I haven’t told my friends.
You understood me in a way different from others.
I wish we could actually sit and talk in person.
But being able to text is better than not.
I will just keep texting you closer.

Hour 24

I can’t believe I made it!!!! I’m really happy I did the entire marathon even if it was hard towards the end.

Perfect View

My perfect view would always be changing

I would travel the world

Seeing everything the world has to show

Seeing Big Ben and the Great Wall

My view a different part of the world every day

Letting me explore everywhere and everything

Walk down a Paris street in the rain

Make a snowman in Canada

And make friends across the planet

My perfect view is the world

Hour 23

Almost done can’t believe I have made it this far!!! I thought for sure I was going to drop out and just go to bed at some point but nope I’ve got this.

Text You Close

Missing you is weird

We were never very close

But those last few months

Something was different

You became someone I could talk to

About this thing I’m still working on sharing with others

You understood me in a way that they don’t seem to

I want to be able to hang out and actually talk

But for now we will have to text

I hope that it keeps bringing us closer these screens