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
Rain
rainmaker
I am a young adult who enjoys writing. I don't make enough time nor encourage myself to write as much as I would like. I am still finding my place in the world.
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