You hide in th stuffy darkness,
Between a million identities,
They swallow you whole till are
A mere memory scrunched at the bottom of the closet.
esther
A poem speaks – poem seven
When a poem speaks
It paints me as angry,
As something worth feeling,
Chases me into the parted lips of noon
My name etched in stone
When a poem speaks
The prophetic tongue,
Sands heavy with infinite footprints
Memories up and alive again,
Shadows lurking in the corners,
When a poem speaks
My tongue unfurls like a carpet
I am more than the clouds can contain,
The loose petals turn to flying insects,
Ants vomit sugar and recede
When a poem speaks
Intro
Hii, just making this post before the marathon because it was a requirement. Any advice from previous participants on how to prepare and what to do during the marathon?