The Poetry Marathon

Three, two, one

and we’re off

words on the page or screen

We are confident

thinking clearly

this is easy

subconscious thinking

are you seriously doing this …

again?

Don’t you remember last time?

by hour 18

your brain was done

wanted to stop

you pushed on

almost fell asleep

for 45 minutes

without writing a word

but I saved you

with some weak words

we’re really going to do this again…

Yes!

These thoughts have been swirling in my brain for the past week, so glad to be here to share them. One done and 23 to go!

The marathon is coming

The poetry marathon is coming

The 24 hour poetry marathon is coming

Am I ready?

Do I have necessary supplies?

I hope so

pens

pencils

paper (I write on paper 1st)

ideas

prompts and nudges

sparks

snacks, can’t forget the snacks

and coffee and tea and water

Timer

to keep track of time

write one poem every hour

Twenty four in all

Am I ready? I hope so

Others things to fit in

Caring for a friends chickens

my own pet too

All accomplished in 24 hours

So excited to participate again. Twenty four poems in twenty four hours sounds crazy. Count me in! My kind of crazy.

Reflections of tomorrow

today

Yesterday’s dreams

a reality

Ladybugs and grasshoppers

crickets and spiders

garden friends

Roses and tulips

daisies and violets

garden blossoms

Handwriting

computers

penmanship

cursive

printing

typewriters

Dragon

notes

letters

paragraphs

novels

books

e-readers

kindles

Two poems each hour

easier said than done

but possible

working on number six

should be on seven and eight

it will happen

my muse is overwhelmed at my confidence

put pen to paper

number six done

a poem- not exactly

a post, yes!

The sun fades

into twilight

settling on the horizon

the moon appears

low in the sky

climbing slowly

as a beacon.

darkness encompasses all

stars twinkle, holes in the sky

reflections of kindness and love.

Morning love

sun rays glow

nature awakens

birds sing

chipmunks scamper

looking for seeds and bugs

yum to some.

I write poetry to empty my emotions

I’m not even aware of the baggage

until I write it out- what’s happening in my life

and the lives around me

I journal

If I go too long with out- sludge builds up

and motivation gets stuck.

I try to journal daily and write other stuff too