The Poetry Marathon

Hi, my name is Tanya and I’m still kinda new to this marathon thing, although I was in the 2017 Poetry Marathon. I did the 24 then but this time will be doing the 12 and will start tonight at 9 pm. I used to write stories and poems all the time but I reached a low in life around 1992 and attempted suicide, I’m so glad I lived because I would’ve missed so much in my life no matter how good or bad; my experiences have taught me so much. I lost a fiancee in 1994 to drowning and then in 1998 I lost another one when he was hit while riding his motocycle. I have kids by both. Anyway I’ve been busy raising my kids and just trying to get back to me. I now have 4 adult kids; a son 25 who is now a stepdad and married, a 23 year old daughter who is a new mom and made me a grandmother, a 22 year old son who is in a new relationship of his own and doing well in his job, and a 19 year old son with autism spectrum disorder. I myself became a new mom at 48 years old and am engaged, my new addition is an 18 month old little girl whom I gave birth to 2 months early on December 17, 2018 through emergency c-section due to a placental abruption she weighed 4lbs 7ozs. She has brought such a light into my life. Thank you for letting me be involved.

Fracturing of the mind
Oh how poetic
Mass of chaos
Blowing in the breeze
Seems like everything is lost
So much pressure to endure
Out of touch with time
Need to break free
Fly away in pieces

Come hither my novice
Up
Down
Back and forth
No, you’re not done spinning

‘Katmandu’ playing so loud
Yes, I know what you want
Rhyme the rhymes spinsters tell
For you’re never getting out

Sit down and stay awhile
Left
Right
To and fro
No, the gold is not spun

Sneaking around them bars
Playing women like your guitar
That smile doesn’t sway me
Those rockin sounds won’t change a thing

Guitarman let it loose
Play so silky smooth
Burnin them strings
Givin it hell on that stage

What happens there, null and void
Ain’t that what you said
Those eyes aren’t piercing enough
That rhythm wont get you anywhere

Guitarman let it loose
Play so silky smooth
Burnin them strings
Givin it hell on that stage

Sit your ass down guitarman
Always playing that’s what you do

On the twelfth hour
Felt the haze setting in
That dreadful evening fog gaveway
To loss of motivation

Plundering on
Drinking my brew
Evening fog gone
Now a morning haze

On the twenty-second hour
That dreadful evening fog left Perhaps too late

Fell on my ass
But the best part
Was standing on glass
Made it look like art

Dropped phone on my face
Not in the usual way
Wrapped it in lace
Made it look like faberge

Melted plastic in my ear
You will laugh for sure
It was Richard Gere
Made it look like couture

How strange
Memories linger
For years
So real it seems
You could touch
But dare not
Memories touch back

Strange musings abound
Inspiration is floundering
Melancholic dreams await
The threshold is near

Hold steady
Breathe in
Breathe out

Tapestry of words
Waiting to be spilled
Vibrant and rich
Amazingly pour out

walking into oblivion
evening is now near
mystery slowly unfolds
children are wandering 
with raincoats ready
crossing into hell
percolating in the heat
steam forming fast
jars start busting
spraying frogs everywhere

As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is profound
There you are on the ground

You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are heard
Without ever uttering a word

As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is ascending
There you are on the ending

You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are bound
Without ever uttering a sound