the hope trap
1.
I hope I’m smart enough
That next year I remember
Nay, I decide not to sign up
For another poeting marathon
I’m getting waaay too old for this claptrap
2.
Except of course I won’t
I’ll be here again with bells
Revelling in the subliminal
Fugue state at the end of a day
Built on but a few scattered 12 minute naps
3.
Because the beauty of Marathon:
Poet-style is the hope that in
This heteroclitic haze of exhaustion
Gold is struck & I just step out
The way, let the shine glow : then — snap!
You made me laugh out loud! Plus, the clarity and eloquence of the rest of the poem. How did you write that on hour 24!?
Congratulations!!!
Haha 😄 I enjoyed reading your reasons
This is a hilarious take on how we all feel about the marathon! Love it! Well done!
Feel free to peruse and comment on mine too.
I had to laugh, I can so imagine it being written in the 24th hour. And of course, once the brain and body reset, it’s another story….bet you’ll be challenging yourself until your fingers cannot tap the keys anymore!
So cool to end with this note on the practice! 🙂
This is fun and enjoyable to read lol
Heterocritic fantabulous! Love the funny punny end of the marathon. of course, waiting to read your versifications again next year! Woohoo!
“the hope trap” – What a perfect title!
Yes, though we may not want to, we will be back!
“Revelling in the subliminal
Fugue state at the end of a day”
Funny!
Truth and humor – our best tools! So well done….it’s like childbirth. We say we won’t do it again but one look in those beautiful poetry faces and we’re hooked. :). Love this….Because the beauty of Marathon:
Poet-style is the hope that in
This heteroclitic haze of exhaustion
Gold is struck & I just step out
The way, let the shine glow : then — snap!