The Poetry Marathon

I hang my head with sadness
Weighted heavy with contemplation
I go for a meditative walk
Head down
Eyes to the ground
One crunch
Two crunch
Three crunch
Noticing,
But really distracted
But let’s say noticing
Above
A limb
Communicating
A heart shaped center
Once again, it’s Divine Creator
Grateful for the God sign
The tangibles littered upon my path
No drama of a burning bush
Subtle Divinely placed treasures
Heart shaped rocks,
Heart shaped flowers,
Heart shaped fruit

It’s been over twenty years
Since you passed away
Sadness in my heart
Gladness of memories
Subtle signs you send
Reach me as a mortal
Shows you still care
Quarters left in pathways
I remember how you delighted
When exchanging dollars at the post
For newly minted state quarters
Did you receive the ones we left?
Did you know your life would end at North Carolina?
Quarters left at your gravesite
Like stones left a Jewish markers
Quarters littered in pathways
Butterflies a popular symbol of loved ones breaking through Heaven
I find you throughout the bluebonnet flowers
I remember the daffodils you fondly passed along
In brown bottles wrapped in a spring poem
Sweet peas trailing on the shed
A touch of Heaven with
Pennies in pathways
Dimes the angels place Heaven sent
Fond memories of soil mingled with cedar
Reminds me of the work you did
Even in the heat of summer
Dimes in the doorways
A reminder my love of writing
Came throughout the generations through you
You seeded my fertile mind with yellowed issues
Of writer’s chronicles
Yellow pads scratched by pens
Containing spills from the confines
Of your mind
A mortal life
Eras of hardwork to overcome strife
Courage and chance
You provided me a lifestyle beyond
Circumstance
Liberal ideas to debate
College you encouraged
You moved me in lieu of my parents
Mountain laurel scent
Flower petals floating through air
That dead of winter
On top of the dormitory hill
December semester visits
Shaking the hand of my future husband
A smile and a silence acquiescence
You transferred me without resistance
A quarter found many Mother’s days
To show you know my daughter
Even without a mortal glance
Pennies in pathways that David pockets
Admonishing society of the waste
A penny richer
Quarters in pathways
Bluebonnets break through soil
Random pocket change year after year
Oh why?
Why?
Did you have to die?

Approaching dawn;
Birds tear the silence with a song

Add three mental diagnosis
Some alcohol and drug addiction
Paired with two young parents
One stepfather full of vitriol
Three life tragedies
Four mental breakdowns
Balance that with
One miracle daughter
A miscarriage that wasn’t to be
A devoted spouse that stays no matter how many times
Pushed away
Don’t forget to mix in some compassion
Infinite empathy
A loving heart
Kindness
A magic laugh
A stunning smile
Stir and chill for 44 years
Yields one woman saved by God’s grace

Diplomatic not dramatic
Says what she means
With decorum and grace
Coaches with compassion
Helps you save face
A runner that finishes the race.

Hola,

My name is Amy and I am trying to avoid the plague by staying home since April. What better way to distract myself is this poetry marathon. This is my first year for the poetry marathon so I decided to challenge myself with the half marathon. I will most likely rely on prompts. Anyway my brain is full of randomness so hopefully I can go beyond word salad. I’m looking forward to the challenge.