The Poetry Marathon

Luna and Aurora high on their chariot

traverse the heavens

cast shadows

pull tides

sisters

twins

two

sides

the moon

dark and light

Aurora shines on romance

while Luna laughs at broken hearts from the dark side of the moon.

baby bird has flown the nest

north, south, east, west

no one knows

which was best

everyone’s looking

skies are grey

it’s been gone

many a day

we hope

we pray

not a robin

not a jay

baby cockateil’s

gone away.

How many?

Ya, how many?

How many what?

How many Bills have you collected?

How many bills?

Ya. How many Bills?

How many have you collected?

Who could remember?

Too many to count.

And why do you care?

I’m missing a Bill.

Just one?

Only one.

Extremely important.

Where do you keep them?

Keep what?

Keep Who.

Who?

Where do you keep the Bills?

I don’t keep them. I only collect them.

Where do they go after you collect them.

They get paid and go away.

I wish you’d find mine.

What bill is it?

Bill Sears

Bill Sears for what?

It’s Bill Sears.

Sorry, no Sears bills.

No, I’m missing Bill Sears.

You bill Sears?

You want me to collect them?

Collect what?

What Sears owes.

He doesn’t owe anything

Who?

Bill Sears.

But why would I want to bill Sears?

Oh, for heaven’s sake!

What have you done with Bill Sears?

I haven’t done anything with any Sears bill.

Now go away and stop bothering me.

Find my Bill and I’ll be gone

fairy dust

and the devil’s fire

light a story

fuel fury

long ago

torture

suffering endured

eternity

not long enough

to avenge the wrong

erase the pain

bring her to her feet again

from the fainting couch

where she lingers

languishes

anguished

longing

for an end that never

ever

is

which came first

the egg or the bacon?

bacon in the oven

egg in the pan

if they’re on the bun

at the same time

what does it matter

as long as

the cheese comes after

the milk.

four

four written

four posted

yes!

ahhh, BUT

frick!

WRONG

this is not

miscellaneous

four poems

born from nowhere

birthed into the site

sighted

seen

but uncounted in the maze

of a web

I didn’t design

hidden

so I didn’t know

miscellaneous was not my choice

marathon was my preference

but marathon was a lost

in the maze

of this confusing web

what to do?

forget it?

keep on

keep on

keep on

what does it matter

the construct is

a conundrum

the maze has a door

I choose not to open it

but remain

entangled

in another web

of my own making.

striving to the finish

despite

setbacks

this is a commitment

made in earnest

and in earnest

I shall proceed

bravely

stupidly?

stubbornly

I set out today

across a land

vast and dangerous

threats on every surface

potentials

unknown

could I die alone

on a prairie highway?

lie

all hope lost

ravaged by this menace

conniving to rid the earth

of a race of parasites

nature’s cleansing sweep

is ridding the earth of killers

with no conscience

the human race

that doesn’t care enough

for the creator

who feeds and shelters

masses intent

on filling needs

nonsensical

unnecessary

momentarily pleasurable

ultimately unfulfilling

stuff, things, gear and good

that kill

kill the human race

as I embark

into the unknown

intent on going home

I pray it won’t be

to my last

inevitable

resting place

sky blue when I awoke

at dawn a bright new day

I fell to drowse in optimism

only to awake once more

blue fallen from the sky

in pounding drops

grey

anticipation pouring away

drowned in depression

pouring on me from above

I fell into melancholy

and slept again

and now I sit

dragged from my bed

by responsibilities and promises

blue returned but

whipped away

can I call the wind?

beg for blue

a peeping sun

allowed to shine

dry the clouds

and blue bring back

above

if blue

is whisked away

perchance today

I will see the sun

dance under the blue

begin anew

a journey

heralded

by nothing I can control

blue skies

and a change in the weather

unseen?

never.

I am the wind

I flutter the leaves

play on the water

splash waves into whitecaps

watch me

I am the dust in your eyes

pushing, nudging, blasting

I am seen in all my moods

loved or hated

depending on the day

my restless wandering

brings you relief from blazing heat

plays with strands of hair,

it is me you push aside from your eyes

you see me then

in the now and when

and in my tempers

when I move houses

from secure foundations

I am the fist you pound

I am your tears

when you watch transfixed

your crops levelled

snow piled high against your door

through blizzards and hurricanes

on the mountains worn

from my restless wandering

you see me

I am the wind

fathered in mystery

born from a need

a want

a hunger

to create

develop

an idea

from an enigma

crack the egg

nurture and nudge

until it lays full born

in it aerie

a fledgling in its nest

ready to fly into the world

then left to lay

unseen

forgotten

as if stillborn

undead

lain in a casket

waiting

waiting