School was out It had to be Summer Back then the seasons were as defined The Chicago breeze wafted through pigtails like no other air I looked out the sunroom window at my friends playing in the park and had to get there My sister…
Category: Marathon Poem
14th hour – Midnight song (Text prompt)
When the womb breaks at midnight beneath the midnight sun, this mother must run 10 miles north from her sleep into the waters she came from, chanting the midnight song for if she fails to find her scales and crown well before dawn, she must…
Hour Fourteen – Not Just Yet
Hour Fourteen – “tell me an old story (like a folktale from your culture, a fairy-tale you heard when you were young, or a story passed down in your family). You can give it your own twist as well.” Not Just Yet Yama Raj…
Passing Through
Singing Dancing Telling stories Time after time like phone tag until the Singing is now voiceless sounds the Dancing is motions that sway and flow the stories become tales and fables of folktales and legends Time after time passed down through generations until
To My Brother:
Where are you? And are there hawks there? I see them everywhere, since the day you left us. Can you hear me? When I talk to you, or cry? I want to believe that you do. I know you’ve been back to visit, coincidences can’t…
Growth Poem 12/Hour 12
Growth By: LuvMiFreely Breakdowns turn into breakthroughs They happen when the cracks within ourselves expose the need for something new We suffer when we try to stay in an outdated version of ourselves Not allowing our souls to embrace the new environment around us Forgive…
Hour 14 : woMAN
Raised by men Who taught me about womanhood their way Handed me a cape And let me run through the woods When I reached a house Tired and weary There was a man hiding Behind the mask of a woman I was not scared Thought…
Hour 13
Novelty. Timidity. Melting. Warmth. Acceptance. Closeness. Distance. Saunter. Running. Secrets. Ashes. Seedling. Honesty. Bravery. Maturing.
13th hour – Ying yang something (Text Prompt)
The sorry camp came happy absent the right sized tent. Ying yang touch inevitable Dust kept dust locked sweetly. So amiable Morning came. The clouds wept joyfully as did the ying yang campers.
Hour 13 ( Happy Day)
Its been a wonderful day Poetry Marathon is on fire Lets dig deep Get the coffee mug out Bring in pen and paper Lets get at it 11 more hours to go Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence