The Poetry Marathon

With all our efforts,
we fight our aged, tired eyes
to be together,
to clench our childhood ties.

In soft moonlight,
we stay out after hours
exploring this city’s dwindling fires
or the neighbor’s bed of flowers.

I love your company
when we play pretend;
like restless children
playing Muppet Treasure Island.

Like cabin fever,
we wait to take each other on
in Tag, Hide and Seek, or both.
We’ll stay up until the night is gone.

We hide our insecurities
when we galavant like this.
Never thinking to imagine
we would ever miss a kiss.

You keep me young,
my love of many names.
May we never grow old,
too old to play our nightly games.

Falling awake

to the sound of dappling on the window.

Tired eyes peeling open,

expecting the sun’s warm glow,

only to a glimmer of surface light.

Confusion develops

as you begin to stretch.

Certainty sinks in

as you gasp for a breath.

You have to swim with all of your might.

Plunging toward the surface,

you imagine dying here.

The cold water piercing

your skin and your fear.

The surface closer gleaming.

A sudden burst of air,

you inhale to sheer surprise.

Wiping your face,

you cannot believe your eyes.

Had you been dreaming?

Falling awake

to the sound of dappling on the window.

Hello Fellow Marathoners!

I am a recent college graduate from WI. I currently have three poems published by different poetry societies. I love coffee, yoga, the feeling of the sun on my face, and meeting new people who share my passions!

This is my first Marathon and I am testing it out with a Half Marathon. I am looking forward to bouncing ideas and sharing words with you all.

Thanks for reading!

–MLS