Prompt 8: Source: Green, John. 2018. Turtles All the Way Down. Harlow, England: Penguin Books. “Become yourself. Pause the real question of consciousness. Way deep down circumstances would make you fictional”
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 9: The Old Library of my Childhood
It was an old building With at least a hundred steps! (Or so it seemed to the me who was six) The steps gave way to a small hall With passages on either side One, to the contemporary, newer world Another, leading to the old,…
Machine
matter mixed with information, radiation dancing in the air, oil floating over oceans- grease for the gears of the human machine continents of pavement towers tear the sky lumber falls, crops ascend, the rhythm of the land, the delicate hands of time. spring for the…
Pain Not Passing
(for hour 9—this too shall pass prompt—from Onweald) Pain Not Passing (by the character Nigel Taiman) Amanda How can one body endure sorrow such as this Not even when lashed by The Dragon’s claws did I know such pain You were the one…
Now is not the Time (Hour 9 Half Marathon 2021)
Now is not the Time (Hour 9 Half Marathon 2021) The doorbell rings The phone rings I choose to stay Where I am Now is not the time for action We think of love as passion What if we love inaction You say it is…
Marriage
I hate beaches but I love the people that love them I hate musicals bit I love the people that love them. I hate love But I love the person who loves it. Philip V. Coombs 5-6am
Hour 9: Passing By
Time, grants me many favors, The greatest, By passing by And letting me forget Reminding me how inconsequential I am, that for a moment I too am one with its flow Passing by
Hour 3: Blackbird (Inspired by The Beatles song)
Blackbird, dark, ancient muse Singing the song my soul has forgotten In the still twilight The graves of the things I’ve buried away Dead things I’ve hidden away Of these you sing, my faithful friend Night-mares turned to lullabies Take these melodies of misery These…
My Silly Cat
He sits on the fence perched like a bird His head turns crazily at each new sound He teases the dog on the other side Prancing and whipping his orange tail If he falls over he will be in trouble He thinks he’s a tiger…
The early bird eats the worm #thepoetrymarathon #prompthournine
If I look hard enough I see you striding along the path your denim shorts and white shirt striking among a sea of walkers. As your pace quickens, I fall behind till you come back around. I toy with a stone watch the crows flapping about. The…