(POV: because I read one too many conspiracy theories…. The Poetry Marathon is stuck in a time loop. Even after completing it again and again, the time reverts back to the 23rd hour. The poet’s realise this but the memories reset with each time loop… Disorientation, delusion and chaos ensues)
Time Loop
I am not sure how much time has passed
It always comes back to the 23rd hour
This endless loop, of thinking, writing, realising…
Realising — I have done this before
Not a deja vu, I assure
The time, it’s strange and we were just caught
In a mischief it planned
Or was it someone else?
A Halfer?
A Quitter?
Who can say?
Just a single fact remains…
It always comes back to the 23rd hour
This endless loop, of thinking, writing, realising…
Realising —
???
Kind Regards
Well written poem.
Life is a continuum. No matter how far we perceive that we have progressed, it still brings us back to the same point.
Well said! Thank you for reading ^^
Good one!
I felt the exact same way about the 23rd hour. I think I wound up in the exact same spot on my couch sitting in the exact same position as I have in the last two years of the Marathon. Love this poem and how well it conveys the ‘stuck in a loop’ feeling.
I love this, captures the marathon so well and it’s cyclical nature. We only realise by hour 23 really that Time’s arrow has in fact moved forward 🙂 Thank you for this.
Thank you for reading! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
Love the concept! It’s so cool😃
Thank you! (✿^‿^)
Love this poem, very Ground hog day-esque! I have a weakness for poems about time😄
Thank you for reading! ^^
I feel your poem goes even beyond the Marathon to be reflection of what we’ve all been experiencing during the pandemic. The sameness of days, leading us to forget what day is actually is… Well done!
I love the concept! Great execution also.