The Poetry Marathon

Deep, dark, poignant…and also
Yearning
Churning
Burning
Unspeakable
Unchangeable
Unreachable
Consuming
Exhuming
Assuming
Enthralling
Sprawling
Crawling
Constricting
Conflicting
Restricting

Don’t speak the words
Don’t speak the words
Don’t speak the words

Stay silent! Don’t let the words fall!
For thereafter there is no recall!

Earth…
Life giving
Hope growing
I would bury myself in you…

Wind…
Gently blowing
Wildly howling
Carry me away with you

Water…
Thirst slaking
Soul hydrating
I am awash with you

Fire…
Doubt purging
Love refining
I am ablaze for you

Earth Wind Water Fire
Elements of my desire
Emulsify into a myriad of emotions
Futile, pointless, mindless notions.

“Hello” in one of our Country’s 11 official languages 🙂
My name is Monique, living in glorious Cape Town, South Africa.
This is my first poetry marathon and I am hugely… well… excited!!!!
I have been writing since before I could walk, speak or think. I churn poems out on a daily basis and am rather curious to see how I fare in this challenge.
I am a nocturnal writer, and am inclined to be assaulted by a single line, usually 01h00. I then immediately have to get up, begin writing, enter fugue stage and half an hour later have produced a poem I don’t recall birthing! I am trusting this phenomenon will be true to form today and will carry me through 🙂
Namaste and good luck to everyone!!
Monz xxx

Haiku # 1

I wake up, aware…

this day is like no other…

I will be writing…