The Poetry Marathon

We are creatures of the moon
We are reflections of Being
Ghosts of sorrow
And our world a tale of love
And reality a theatre play
And the end never comes
because we are
Creatures of the moon

One two three four
walls
Sometimes white sometimes grey
always full of holes
I wake up
I eat
I sleep
I wake up
I write
I sleep
I wake up
I read
I sleep
One two three four
walls
Sometimes a cage sometimes the world
Always full of hope

You are my darkness
clothed in red
I am you rain
clothed in green

You yell
I silence
Both filled with pain
Both dust and cries
Not the distance

The gap
will keep us forever
Apart

We Are
Tip.Tap.Tip
The world has drowned
Tip.Tap.Tip
Trees are swimming
Tip.Tap.Tip
Rain on my body
Tip.Tap.Tip
Water has finally
Win

We are the stars
We are the shadows and dust
We fall asleep
We wake up
Dreaming strange lands
Is
All we have

I never was Salome
I never was Juliet
I never was Nora
I wore the clothes of Antigone
I could be Electra
but I was in love with Hamlet
I don’t accept Ophelia’s end
neither Louisa’s naivety
Still
In the end
I was no
body
no name
no identity
no desire
just bones and blood
and a sleeping soul

Chasing the invisible
worlds

I am Marina from Greece and I am so excited to found out about this marathon. It ‘s my first time in the marathon and I truly feel the vibes of this artistic community. I was ten years old when I found out that there is writing in life and from then I always write!!!  I believe Poetry is the hardest writing form because poems are living beings that live between our souls and our bodies.

Let’s the marathon begin!!!!!