Victorious! (Hour 24, An Acrostic Poem)

Writing our way to victory, we left

Everything behind, each piece of our sordid stories splattered

All across the page.

Readers, ride along with us!

Everyone is invited

To share in the

Happiness and heck,

Even the heartaches, should you

Choose to cheer us on.

Hey, y’all, we

Actually did it — we

Made it through all 24 hours of

Poetry Marathon 2021!

I think this calls for a celebration!

Oh, wait…

No, on second thought, I believe I’ll just

Settle for a lengthy victory NAP!

 

(An acrostic poem is one where the first letter of every line, when reading downward, spells out a word, a message,  or even the entire alphabet. I have highlighted the “hidden” message in blue so it is more evident.)

On Life and Everything After (Hour 23, An “I Am” Poem)

 

I am shrouded in the shadows.

I wonder how long it’s been.

I hear a familiar voice calling my name.

I see your mother moving my way, arms outstretched in an embrace.

I want so much to ease her sorrow, soothe the pain that fills her face.

I am lost for words, so I simply squeeze her tightly.

 

I pretend that I’m okay because I don’t deserve to grieve your loss.

I feel overcome with guilt and burdened by regret,

I touch your picture in my pocket.

I worry about Mikah living life without you.

I cry until my body collapses to the floor; my eyes can weep no more.

I am a failure as your forever friend.

 

I understand Life happens when we’re making other plans.

I say it’s one of those things that’s beyond my control.

I dream of one more chance to say our last goodbyes.

I try to forgive myself.

I hope that you’ve forgiven me as well.

I am forever haunted, for I discovered in the end, I was the one who was the “flaky friend.”

 

In Loving Memory of Kimberly, my friend for over thirty years. May she finally rest in His peace.

 

(An “I Am” poem is composed of three stanzas of six lines apiece. The words highlighted in red above are given as the beginnings of every line, but where they lead is entirely up to the author.)

Try It, You’ll Like It (Hour 20, A Nonet Poem)

“You want me to take a bite of WHAT?”

“Are you even sure that it’s dead?”

“But what if it bites me back?”

My questions kept coming.

From chopsticks laced with

wasabi, he

shoved sushi

down my

throat.

 

(A nonet poem is comprised of nine lines, where line one begins with nine syllables, line two has eight syllables, and so forth, in a continually decreasing fashion until the final line is only one syllable long. This gives the reader the visual image that the poem is slowly disappearing.)

The End or Just Beginning (Hour 19, A Nontraditional Minute Poem)

 

“Death doesn’t have to be scary,”

she said, squeezing

the old man’s hand,

wiping his brow.

 

“Just think of it like a rest stop

on the road to

your permanent

Heavenly home.”

 

His eyes blinked shut, his chest collapsed.

His heart flatlined.

But his smile just

kept on growing.

 

(A minute poem is composed of 60 syllables split between three stanzas. The four lines of each stanza should have a syllable count of 8/4/4/4. Traditional minute poems are written in iambic pentameter using the rhyme scheme of aabb, ccdd, eeff. This was way too difficult for me to compose in just 60 minutes, so I improvised by eliminating both the rhyme and meter requirements, resulting in my “nontraditional” knockoff version above.)

Love Beyond Limit (Hour 18, An ABC Prompted Poem)

 

Bouncing throughout space and time,

Crashing from one life into another,

Desperately seeking his soul mate among

Every new crowd he encounters.

“He is coming, and I am here.”

 

(An ABC poem is composed of five lines, where the first letter of each of the first four lines follows alphabetical order. You can start with any letter, it doesn’t have to begin with “A”. The fifth and final line can begin with any letter you choose. The inspiration for this poem was to take the last line of a famous book — in this case, it was from Audrey Niffenegger’s “The Time Traveler’s Wife” — and use it as either the first or last line of a new poem.)

Treasure Trove (Hour 17, A Shadorma)

Understand

this: money may make

our world go

round, but there

are things so special we could

never name a price.

 

(A shadorma is a six-line poem with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5.)

Capricorns (Hour Sixteen, A Tanka Poem)

NaNaw was her name,

but Daddy always called her

a stubborn old Goat.

A January baby,

he swears I’m a hardhead too.

 

(A tanka is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 5/7/5/7/7. Interesting fact: both my maternal and paternal grandmothers were born on the same date — January 20 — although several years separated them. My paternal great-grandmother, my NaNaw Bea, was also a Capricorn, And me, I am a hardheaded Goat as well, born the first week of January.)

Walking the Fine Line (Hour 15, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)

Balance

eludes me,

much like rest.

Just when I

feel it

within

reach

of my

tiny T-Rex arms,

my Sasquatchian feet

slip then

slide,

carrying

me one

giant leap further

away from my

unattainable goal:

moderation.

Impossible

to achieve

for a passionate,

all or nothing

lunatic like

myself.

Gray

doesn’t exist

within my box

of crayons, only

black and

white.

 

(A hay(na)ku is a three-line poem where the first line is one word long, the second line two words, and the final line has three words. A reverse hay(na)ku consists of three lines written in the opposite manner, where the first line is three words, the second two, and the last line one word long. In 2019, I created the Mirror Hay(na)ku, which combines one hay(na)ku and a reverse hay(na)ku into a single poem. The 2020 Poetry Marathon spawned the Hall of Mirrors hay(na)ku, which is composed of a series of five Mirror hay(na)ku stanzas.)

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