The Poetry Marathon

Waking calmly from an oversleep
Feeling my baby curled into my back
Starting!
Jolting off my cloud
Running to the bathroom
Using the toilet
Washing hands and face
Getting a big glass of water and taking the daily pill
Lumbering into the basement
Folding
Moving
Washing
Drying clothes
Watching – It is already after 9
Using the toilet
Pouring coffee
Listening to John talk about blueberries
Wanting my housecoat that baby has commandeered to continue his sleep
Growling, I acquiesce
Nesting
Readying to write
Trying my connection to the Internet
Forgetting my password for the router
Remembering the location of the password
Logging in
Racing a marathon
Swallowing my heartbeat
Pacing overcomes
Panicking

Writing

Ahoy! I am new to the poetry marathon and hope to have smooth sailing.  To master the words of poetry, I need to be able to bridle my creativity and allow it to carry me where it may.

I fear my greatest obstacle will be ending the marathon without having resorted to the ramblings of the demented.  Time pressure is usually my best ally.  Focused, creative and dedicated to my passion of writing will be tested within the 24 hour clock.