2. The Marathon

 

All the excitement, building to a crescendo.

I awake early and I know it is not in vain.

With a short prayer

I calm my body and brain .

 

The Marathon has begun.

12 hours to write 12 poems.

I reach deep into my inner self

so that my heart in inspiration, freely roams

 

Oh! What an achievement!

With my fellow poets, to be writing.

Around the globe, all at once

poetic prose, to be composing.

 

No blood, no sweat, no tears

when running this poetry marathon.

Just a sense of comraderie with your fellow peers.

See you all at the finishing line.

 

Anwar Suleman