I see your words, Hear your call. I look to the left, Look to the right. No way out, No escape. Trapped, Blocked in by this barricade – How do I break free? I try to yell, But it’s no use. You can’t hear me,…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 13;
Hour 13 “I am a writer”, I tell them “That’s great” they smile But they still ask what my profession is! And so, I started teaching I stood inside the classroom Books and chalk in hand I was greeted by chaos and paper planes I…
Carmen
She was determined, unlike anyone you’ve ever seen just waiting for her shot to make it big. & when it never came, she found solace in the little things: friends, family, the occasional parachute jump. She’s better now, not nearly as temperamental as before…
Hour 14 Text prompt – [Redacted]
Status report nominal The ship sails the cosmos A winding river of stars And journey into new life Light, and adventure Galactic travel is possible thanks to [redacted] Perilous [redacted] approaching The future is [redacted] And only [redacted] remains [redacted] End of log Captain [Redacted]
Hour 14: Redacted
History a tainted word, a dirty word, a buzzword History should make us feel uncomfortable or we become complacent We have learned nothing History should not be censored Censorship tells us what is fit to learn Censorship decides what we are allowed to know History…
Prompt 14 – Redaction, not reduction
Prompt Fourteen – Text Prompt Redacting is the act of censoring or obscuring part of a text. Sometimes it is done by the author themselves, and more often it is done by someone else. I want you to write a poem and then during or…
Just Right
It’s hard to explain The way I feel inside when A song hits just right I’m really not sure If it’s the music or words Something just hits right And I am obsessed
Daylight Prayer
Horizon of pink. Grey droplets kiss my cheek. I rise to meet the day. Sun blooms warm. I close my eyes and dwell on thoughts of you. Returning home, sun fades on the horizon— blue and deep. Thanks for another day.
Communication (Not at all)
Engifted with new technology, I wonder what’s left of our ideology, What remains from our imaginations, What hopes remains in our visions. When answers automatically pop-up without a question, Will these still be important? What are the mysteries remains? Is there humanity left…