Running, words jammed together in here
mind is jumbled, not very clear
four more poems, tangling hair
nouns thrown through morning air
fresh picked verbs, bulbs rare
one more poem done
bedtime, I
now need
run
except …
running will
never be done
three more times, more words
a million more puns, ones
my mind is afraid to wake
possible great mistake I make
in the end, I’m still writing, running.
– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
Good one. I like the jumbled references and the way the words flow that indicate you have about reached your limit. I only did 12 hours.
Thanks so much! 12 hours is great too! Did that in 2019 – full marathons since then.
Well done, Sandra. You turn it around and yet end up where you started, creating a circle that feels like writing sometimes. And yet you have moved forward. Having done the 12-hour, I didn’t get to this prompt. Guess I’ll head on over the check out the second half – looks like some good ones to play with!
I like how I write in the wee hours. It’s strangely motivating. Thanks for your feedback!
You captured the feeling of late in the marathon. I liked the phrases “mind is jumbled” and “nouns thrown through morning air”–nice imagery. The shape adds to the poem…running down (to one-word lines) and then still going up to longer lines…nice.