The Poetry Marathon

In the same

Yesterday’s dawn

Only now, the end has drawn

Waters still and calm

Though I know

Sleep won’t come

Easily, on weakened

Knee

Knowledge, and experience

Though, forlorn

Picked up, like stones

Upon, a dreamt up shore

If only dreams

Were giants

Crushing, forever more

Incasing thoughts

I am, a worthy poet

My battle

Hard fought

Safe and sound

As this dawn sings

In Victory

My true calling?

What is with

All the questioning

Pointedly objected

Forever scarred

Early on, from ones she loved

Now weary, scared

Exhilarating- freeing

In creative be-ing

But it’s not a job

How to change that feeling

Dig, further in

It’s okay, to start again

Always easier

Said than done

Always slipping

Stumbling, fumbling

Opening the wounds

Of old

Overcoming, so profound

Hair, pinned up tight

Binding, curls unyielding

Like words, bound in dictionaries

Linked chains

Weigh heavy

On weary shoulders

Unabridged; worldly worries

She carries

Herself, with style and grace

No loss for words

Draped in the velvety meaning

Robes of soft, but solid black

Grounding the energy

That attacks

She reaches for stability

From earths, hard grown

Wood lacquered, like her tongue

Turning, slightly slipping

Left, but right

Cleverly hiding falter

In her painted posture

Body tired

Brain stone cold

Wired

Here we are

Longing, dreading

Finish line in sight

Three more to go

High on caffeine

And inspiration

Music blasting, silently

Exhausting, batteries

Running on empty

Living like renegade

Love the underdogs

Parade! Parade!

Did the circus come to town?

We are the  poets of the night

It’s always different

Then when it came before

Exaggeration?

That’s what words are for!

High above

As the world sleeps

She shines her light

Over the human race

In light, and in love

Clouds drape like silk

Over her full bussom

Darkness shrouds

Her lonely heart

Her sun, her love

World’s apart

Evolving through revolutions

In a sky full of stars

Can you, give her your heart

Will you still want her

As space imparts

Even the dark

In all its vastness

Cannot compare

To the beauty

In light

We are the dust

Of the cosmos

Sparkling brought

Leading each other

Through another night

Some crashing

Others thrashing

Where did that gravity go?

Now, I’m laughing

Thinking about

“Space Madness”

Big red buttons pushed

Obsessive genius, OCD’s

The moon was out

The night, planned and set

On the table

All the trimmings

Paired, in candle light

Alone she waits

And contemplates

The evening to transpire

Shouldn’t love, fuel desire

Promises, unkempt

A fool for words

She understood

She sat him down

Adjusted her crown

Proclaiming him

A cheating liar

I’ve lost my books

And my hat

I’ve lost my coat

And my cat

I’ve lost my place

Imagine that

I’ve lost my marbles

One by one

The seventeenth hour has begun

I’ll lose my tenses

As words steep

I’ll lose my senses

As hours creep

I’ll lose my witts

By the end of this, but

I promise you this

I will not lose the marathon

Now, you may carry on.

Through the canvas

Scars and lines

Bleed through

Only to appear

Outwardly

Young and rapturously

I mustn’t gaze

Upon that face

For

Hell will

pull me through

Studying the synchronicity

Reading a lot of lore

I came to believe in mystical beings

Goddesses and unicorns, of yore

Colors, rocks and many a thing

All different in their meaning

Symbolism galore

Yes, I read the ancient runes and tarot

Own a dozen sets or more

Divinity through seeing

A witch’s greatest strength

Opening loves universal door