TPM 2023 – Hour 24 (DSC) Free Verse – Hope

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 24

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Hope

I am full of this and nothing more, it is why I wake in the morning, it is why I do all that I can, to do all that I must, so that I can do all that I want, I am happiest, when I am surrounded by the things which keep me hopeful, with hope, duty becomes a devotion, with hope, obligation becomes a treasure, with hope, time is enough, and even when the things you had hoped for are gone, hope remains. Eternal.

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TPM 2023 – Hour 23 (DSC) Free Verse – Out of This World

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 23

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Out of This World

The thing which I had hoped I’d have been able to impart by now is that we are not really a part of the world that existed when these words found this page, you are my vessel, my conduit between the moment in which I found myself, and the place you now reside. You will likely never see, the place which hosted me as I found what I wanted to say, instead you will have a haven, created by yourself, or others. Our worlds may never collide, but for a moment, we may exist together here, in a world of our own creation.

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TPM 2023 – Hour 22 (DSC) Acrostic – Perfect

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 22

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Acrostic – Perfect

Perfection is little more than an ideal standard
Introspection comes easier when you are hungry
Zeitgeist, just another word which you help create
Zenith points of abstraction that we aspire to
Aspirations which will take us beyond our next meal

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TPM 2023 – Hour 21 (DSC) Free Verse – Running Out of Time

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 21

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Running Out of Time

Running, towards a goal, running out of time, running a marathon that has somehow become a speed-run, how many poems can you write today poet, how fast, come one poet, just one more, just another word, then another, great we have a line, three more of them and you’ll have a stanza. But that’s the bit that pisses me off lately, I used to love form, now I can’t find it within me to do anything other than write this vitriolic nothing, this nonsense that makes me feel like I am out of breath, like I have been running.

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TPM 2023 – Hour 20 (DSC) Free Verse – Yep, Making Coffee Comes First

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 20

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Yep, Making Coffee Comes First

At the start of my day of course it’s a coffee, then another, then if I’m honest, probably another again, on a good day I shower before noon, on a bad day I shower tomorrow, or the day after. There have been a lot of bad days lately, no, that’s not true, they weren’t anything, just a purgatorial sameness, there have been a lot of same days lately, there, that’s better, days where I’m sure I’ve done this all before, like a routine, but is a routine not supposed to promote opportunity, I find myself saying no to life more than yes, and all for the sake of maintaining a routine that I’m already sure I have outgrown.

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TPM 2023 – Hour 19 (DSC) Free Verse – The World Around Me

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 19

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – The World Around Me

A cat, a duvet, an unmade bed, a floor, at least one hundred batteries, all flat, all used, all drained of useful purpose, well, at least ninety-nine of them are, because the other night, I was putting them in the plug, and stupidly I left it on the windowsill, this was stupid for two reason, one, this is where the cat sits, so obviously she had to knock it off, and two, it fell of course, in the stupidest way, down the back of the bed which is pressed against the radiator (yes, I know we’re not supposed to do that, the headboard is under a window as well, and a cactus, well two of them, four if you include the babies, which I just let grow from the body of the mother, yet, I thought she was dead, just goes to show that nature will always find a way.)

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TPM 2023 – Hour 18 (DSC) Free Verse – Haunting

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 18

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Haunting

It is haunting to know that your words will linger on, each tome a tomb, a living mausoleum, where the thoughts you once had were crafted, like a slab of marble, chipped, and chipped and lightly scored until the form underneath begins to reveal itself, these creatures and kindred spirits were clearly always there, within that stone waiting to be found, for what eye could see the shape before such destruction, words are like this too, they are tough at first and often you have to chip away, and chip away and lightly score and then, just for a moment a glimmer of something quite perfect, and then it is gone, and so you try again, each word and letter chosen with such careful consideration, even then, you will have to try again.

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TPM 2023 – Hour 17 (DSC) Free Verse – Kaleidoscope

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 17

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Kaleidoscope

I look outside my window,
and at first I see the glass,
the streaks of rain, turned
to dust upon the outer pane
I like to see these, more than
most would, because to me
they are a reminder of the
world beyond the window
the world that at present
is spinning faster than I
can comprehend, while I
sit still thinking more
than I have in a while
as I gaze further and see
that the tree I love to see
has been trimmed back again
it is looking forlorn
put out, after all the time
I had spent, growing those
branches longer and then,
the leaves it is hard you know
for a tree to grow so much
beauty, only to let it go at
the end of a season, when it
is time to say goodbye, to
rest and start again, the gaze
settles again on the glass, but
not upon the world beyond
but that translucent face
that is staring back at me
wondering why, it is inside
behind these dirty panes
of glass that almost contain
the world as he knows it.

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TPM 2023 – Hour 16 (DSC) Free Verse – Just Pretend

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 16

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – Just Pretend

,,,,,,,,all poems are just pretending,,,,,,,, to be something they are not
;;;;;;;;they aren’t a thing,,,,,,, they don’t even mean anything……. until someone with a little knowledge can unlock their meaning.

I don’t mean to say that poems are not beautiful,
I have looked at the shape of some poems for hours,
gazing at it as one does a jewel, remarking
at its resplendent radiance. I don’t recall
a single word of these poems, because the words
weren’t what made that poem beautiful,,,,,,,,

;;;;;;;it was the acknowledgement,,,,,,,, of the consideration of the craft…….
I did not see the words on the paper that day,,,,,,,,, I saw the time invested,,,,,,,, the laborious hours of hewing away,,,,,, commas and imperfections alike,,,,,,

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TPM 2023 – Hour 15 (DSC) Free Verse – In My Shoes

The Poetry Marathon 2023 – Hour 15

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Free Verse – In My Shoes

Why do you spend so much time listening to me?
I’m not someone, I am not, I am a voice, and even then
I am a silent voice, that only exists in your head, and
of course we can’t forget the many other voices,
which have read this before you, or are you the first
are you the first voice that sees this now, that learns
just how a voice is made, upon a page where it can be
any voice you want it to be, do you want me to be young
I can be, just believe it and it is so, perhaps you have decided
that I am too old, too wise, for these words to have formed,
that slow percolation of consciousness contained within the drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

and now, I am created a person just like you, beyond the boring
bland and binary confines of gender, because you have not considered
what I could be, what I should be, what the representations I have chosen
must represent, I am not a mother, a woman within whom a child, another life has grown, so I am not a woman today, but I have shown compassion, I have cried and I have loved, I have treasured the life I have been blessed to be a part of and have never questioned my burden, because it is not mine alone, and so it doesn’t define me, no, I am not a person, not until you make me one.

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