The Poetry Marathon

Once Upon a Time…

As all the stories go,

You are taken

into make believe

before you even know!

My imaginary homeland

and land of

all my dreams

would still have all

Four seasons

tho unlikely as

that seems!

The changing of the Seasons and,

Dawning of the Day

have far more beauty than

even I can say!

Seeing changing colours is-

pleasure for my eyes!

Summer morphing into Autumn

Adopting new disguise!

Perhaps, I’d add more Kindness

and Compassion in this

World! Take away the evil and help

the misunderstood!

I’d cure all Childhood illness and,

Let all children play!

Allowing them to become

adults who are grateful

each and every day!

In a world of lesser pain,

We would all have chance to gain!

By Ingrid Exner, 2020

When I was young,

I sang of dancing with

moon shadows and,

I did.

Through operations,

I danced and sang to the Lyrics

of Optimism, Resiliency and,

Bouncing Back.

As I grew older, I began to forget

the Meaning behind the Lyrics-

the Message behind the Song.

When greater shadows returned.

The song was sung to me-

And, I remembered who I was and,

Who I AM-

Resilient!

Poem 10 by Ingrid Exner. Half Marathon, 2020

Canoeing is magical in the

twilight of night and,

if you stay even  later, a firefly may

come into sight!

Fireflies hug tree lines and,

weave in and out

as they dance!

So catching sight of a firefly

is a combination of

luck and great chance.

If you stay in your cottage and don’t venture outdoors,

you may never see a firefly

and experience the beauty and its strange lore.

Fireflies are drawn to the heat of the night

and, when it gets cold,

they disappear from sight.

So, get out of the cottage and into the night,

To see the fireflies dance!

Oh, what a beautiful sight!

Poem #9 by Ingrid Exner, Half Marathon 2020

The prompt is an emoji version of Tyger Tyger by William Blake. But, I think it is missing emoji stanzas.

Here’s the shortened version translated.

My Translated  Version

Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright

In the forest that burns bright.

What immortal ghost do you see?

Put your hands up in horror, scream

and run far from thee.

Translation by Ingrid Exner, 2020

“Something is a-foul

at the downtown waterfront!

I tell you, no word of a lie!

The geese are lined up in families!”

she says. with a sorrowful sigh!

“Geese are lying from shore to shore

and,

Swans from pier to pier!

I wonder if I will ever see

the beach again this year?”

With a warning “Honk!” and

an offensive “Hiss” from its beak,

Let me tell you, foul communication is NOT

for the very meek!”

I love the regal beauty of bird

and their calls from distances away-

But, can I now ask you…What is  making them stay?

A little less bird and a bit more beach

would satisfy me lots,

As opposed to this, The Season of Birds tying my stomach in knots!

Poem By Ingrid Exner, Poetry Half Marathon 2020

I rise in

Darkness.

Humidity and heat

hang heavy in thick air.

Clothes stick and

I rush out and gulp

fresh morning air.

Light summer breezes

carry me to

pier.

Pre-dawn Darkness-

Stillness

Silence

Vacuum

S-p-a-c-e!

Tern calls overhead-

screaming Morning.

White Light marks horizon

separating dark water

from Sky.

Inhale freshness-

Smell of Dew!

Horizon line shakes as

Water- Sky lighten.

Fiery reds and yellows

blaze onto horizon-moving up Sky

as Morning moves in and speaks through the Sun.

Shimmering glory sparkles on water.

Sky radiates Gold!

Ingrid Exner, Poem #6, Poetry Half Marathon 2020

Looking out across the

forest of green

I feel bathed in

Tranquility.

A peaceful mist

moves gently

through this valley

shedding Etheral

Light.

Tree tops glow

in this majesty

of Morning.

I stand amazed

and  baptized

in this Golden Hour.

Poem 5 by Ingrid Exner, Poetry Half Marathon 2020

Dearest M,

Where has the time gone

since your passing?

Years pass yet-

I’m barely aware when they

take flight!

I’ve aged-

into Happiness and

Adventure!

You’d be happy

with my choices!

I remember-

your delicate hands

and roaring laughter!

Oh, how your laughter could

shake a room!

I miss-

those shared moments.

Remembering you

And sent in Love.

Poem #4, Dearest M by Ingrid Exner, Half Marathon 2020

My hair-

It’s growing

VERY long!

Screaming for-

scissors

is its song!

Snip…snip…snip and, its gone!

Frizzy is

NOW

My middle name!

Temperatures rising

Higher!

HELP!

My hair is not

the same!

Snip…snip…snip and, its gone!

A little cut-

a little trim!

A new adventure to

begin!

Hair today shall be-

Gone tomorrow!

Snip…snip…snip and, its gone!

By Ingrid Exner, 2020 Poetry Half Marathon

Recipe for Jumping For Joy

1. Humour
2. Smile
3. Child-like Glee
4. Humility
5.  Sun

Measure out 3 cups of humour and pour  into a large mixing  bowl ( container of you.)  Add a handful of smiles. Fold in 1 cup child-like glee and mix well to form a paste. Sprinkle in 2 tablespoons  of humility. Lastly, add Sun to taste. Bake until golden and delicious!

Ingrid Exner, Poetry Half Marathon 2020