The Poetry Marathon

Your technobable

Leaves me unnaturally

Disconnected.

Ingrid Exner, 2016.

I knew this lady from Holland and Greta was her name.

She emigrated here from Holland and her neighbours were never the same.

She chose this small town with her husband in tow

Of their future adventures little did they know.

For years they lived happily in the idyllic small town

Her gregarious nature became country re-known.

Her days spent gossiping and sharing good stories grew

I can still recall her evening shore line  walks

And the way her voice rose and fell during her animated talks.

I still walk to the water’s edge and wait for the sound,

Of Greta’s laughter that once floated through the air.

A beautiful laughter of innocence without care.

By Ingrid Exner, copyright 2016.

Before Darkness…

I rise like the Sun!

Before Darkness…

My soul dances

in praise

of the new day!

Before Darkness…

My thoughts buzz like

the

humming of bees.

Images and expressions

take wing

like beautiful butterflies

floating freely.

My thoughts are as free

as the air itself!

And, my spirit sings!

All this,

Before Darkness.

Before Darkness

There is light.

And, great insight.

The darkness welcomes others

but it is NOT for me.

Darkness is simply

a collection of moments

whose worth,

I do not see.

Ingrid Exner, 2016.

Hello Love- Poem 2 by Ingrid

Hello Love…

Are you listening,

to my tender words

which seem to

be crytaling?

Falling fast

Against your door

I stand beside you

Wanting more.

Hello Love…

Are you listening?

I forgot where we were.

Confused by

growing anger

now, what is

the cure?

Hello My Love,

Are you listening

Can you hear my heart beat

quickening?

Its rhythm jumps

with your

desire

Only You

can Inspire.

Hello Sweet Love,

Are you listening?

You alone can

tame my soul

gentle words

loving glances

lingering gestures

second chances.

Hello Love,

Let’s bathe in this,

Summer Light!

Your warming

breezes that

whisper words

of love

tonight.

Hello My Love,

Let this feeling

of love

wrap itself

around you.

Let my words soothe

and

bring peace

to you.

Hello My Love

Now you are

listening.

And,

new beginnings

are christening.

Poetry Prompt 1- Aug 13, 2016-Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Exner

Oranges and yellows

spray across

the sky

Seagulls and Ospreys

let out a mournful cry.

The sun begins to

drop

burning

yellow and amber

as it slows.

Rest comes to the daylight

even Nature

now knows.

But after,

several darkened hours,

As the Sun rests

through the night

It will awaken and,

once again,

Shed

its

Brilliant

Light.

Photography By Ingrid Exner

My name is Ingrid Exner and I have had the privilege to have done a poetry marathon back in 2014. This is a great opportunity to meet and share poetry with people from all over the world. I have been writing free verse and other forms of poetry off and on since I was a teenager. I went to school for professional writing and worked several years in technical, professional writing and social services. I look forward to creating poetry and offering good constructive feedback any way I can! Now, on to a short poem…giving myself only minutes as this is just a precursor challenge to the real challenge of the marathon. My name is that of a warrior and my choice is warrior queen…dictating rhyming couplets…the best you’ve ever seen. Alliterating beginnings, assonancing (sp?) mid through, my syntax skills will yet, bedazzle you! I can’t wait to “meet” you all in August! Happy writing!

Moving forward with great glee

Moving forward…follow me.

Moving forward…1. 2. 3

Moving forward…with certain doubt

Moving forward…now what is that about?

Moving forward and making change…

Moving forward can feel quite strange.

Leaving the other comfortable me

Broadening my horizons so that I can see.

A better version of me.

Man’s Best friend

Man’s best friend is woman’s too.

Now with this, I give the clue.

To the best companion found.

Friendship with this pet is

Often bound,

to  needing extra

time each day for

some little extra play!

Now, young reader,

do you know

a companion that

can win

best show?

Poem 9- Poetry Half Marathon 2015.

Random Thoughts……

My fingers fly over the keyboard. I hear the sing song of the sparrow, one of my songbirds in the background. The songbirds are more hushed today.The weather is warm…the sun is climbing the sky and casting down bright light and bathing us in brilliant light. Summer is here-at last.

We are but

faces in a crowd

living life to

speak out loud.

From day to day

We find our voice

Growing stronger after each

and every choice.

We are but

faces in a crowd

living life to

speak out loud.

To be heard and

Then be seen.

Till then,

we are but

faces in a crowd.