The Poetry Marathon

sun and clouds

alternate the sky

traffic buzzes by

highways jam with beach goers

weather warm and humid

relief at night

when the sun hides.

Good Morning

it’s 9AM

time for poem #1

23 more, then I’m done

At this hour it’s easy

By the time I reach

poem #9

I may be out of my mind

When I get back in(my mind)

I’ll be ready for 10,11,12

and twelve more.

Looking at my reflection

in the pond

I am rippled.

Maybe so…

Long slender arms

flowing hair

and slim legs as well.

3AM Pancakes

the best

few people up at this hour

Who eats now?

Me!

One twelve inch pancake

a meal for sure

No one ever orders more.

The morning is clear

the air is crisp

Summer is fading

for autumn’s arrival

Still about a month away

Leaves turn an array of colors

some sooner than others.

Made it to hour 21

3 more to go

I’ve got this now

slept about three hours

in bits and pieces thru the night

My brain is misfiring

coherent thoughts not forming

The sun is rising

my family still in bed

two and a half hours more to write.

Got it!

The 2o’clock hour was the hardest

I was tired

I had a headache

I wanted to crawl into my bed

My stubbornness said, “NO!”

I napped for 20-30 minutes

what a relief

Just hope when the sun rises in a couple hours

my body knows it’s almost bedtime.

Looking back

I missed 2AM

-naptime-

oops

Got up and moved on

to the 3AM prompt

Ten minutes to write something

where did the time go?

Don’t stop or slow down!

I’m looking forward to going to bed

in another six hours

My creative juices are fading fast

but this has been a blast.

1AM

I’m here with my pen

waiting to write

waiting for ideas

and inspiration.

Looking for a word

to start writing.

Something powerful

and pretty.

It’s late, or early

my brain is tired

the gears are still working

just slower

til the sun rises.