I see the light peeking through my window blinds A chalky blue after the nights drenching storm I’ll see the sun rise through the rain soaked trees It’s been awhile since I was awake at this time of morning I’ll watch the birds chirp and…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 21 Poem 21
Sorry for your loss, My prayers for your family, Grief is not easy.
Walking at Night (Hour 20)
Steps creep closer to an awaiting death, Pale-faced ghost laugh, Entering an unknown tunnel beneath the land Head is dreaming on the far bank of the river City traffic sleeps in the cradle of the moon Entering awake, the land of midnight’s intention Suspended serpents…
22.5: Tired
Wake up Or not There is no meaning to life After all It’s an illusion The choice Destiny itself Nothing more than a rigged game Wake up Or not It’s not your choice After all Because you are alive You will need to get up…
Hour 20 Poem 20
6 legs, 3 piece suit, Wings that fly, eyes with no sight, And… It’s flying , run, Buried beneath ground, Minus three years from a score, Oh, Cicada, rest!
Poem 17 – Books Versus People
Books were safer than other people anyway,* Solace in a social storm Gentler than judgemental stares and glares Full of good friends and adventure So much better at keeping secrets And most of the time far, far more interesting * – With credit to Neil…
A Short Self-Portrait in Earth
My bare toes, like roots, dig into soft peat And I have caught music in the brass bound to my bones. I have let cold chalk waters run through my fingers and wind into my clothes. I have picked up quartz from the mountaintop And…
Hour 22 – Awake, O Sleeper
Wake Up the visible becomes light Awake, O sleeper, Arise from the dead and Christ will shine on you.” Wake yourself, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD the bowl the cup of staggering. Awake, awake, put on your strength for no…
Hour 22
This is what I imagine Being a zombie feels like Or a ghost reliving the same nightmare Night after night after night There is something supernatural Something sinister about hour 22 You know the end is near But it is out of your grasp Your…
Hour 22: Sneaky Sun
With bleary eyes I peer around me, certain it can’t be true. It has been a surreal night, but I have had a lot to do. Wake up! I tiptoe through the house, quiet as I can be Make my way to the windows, to…