Oh, manly man afloat in your boat. With your billy goat beard that you so rightly tout. The oceans for virile, strong, striplings like you; pirates and limeys, a seven seas crew. Through thick and thin you hoist your proud sails, A real chock a…
Category: Marathon Poem
How Birds Weather the Storm
How Birds Weather the Storm Two by two, inspired by Noah, called by God to perch on gutters flooding with rain, huddled and waiting for their olive branch to appear.
Time capsule #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourfive
I found a time capsule in the garden the contents were written in blood. “All time is an illusion,” every paper said, “The clock reads nothing, it’s a dud. Life is but a sweet dream, here today and gone. Share your years upon this sphere…
1904
Waking up from a deep slumber I checked the time – 9:40 And so I stood up Stretching my arms and legs Until I heard the crack from my back The X mark reads June 26, 2021 Today is the day, To put an end…
21~5
Down~ Down~~ Down~~~ ~In the ground~~~ ~~~A blast from the past~~ ~~A diamond was found~ Oh, how it sparkled! Oh, how it shined! ~So happy to find~ This lost earring of mine!
Hour 5, Prompt 1: Time Capsule
What would I learn if I listened closely to the Earth? If I laid down, first lowering myself onto hands and knees, prostrating myself until my stomach and soft cheek kiss the ground? If I press one ear into the grass, would I hear the…
Time Capsule (Hour 5)
Unearthed in the backyard, a Folger’s coffee tin containing: One rusted bicycle bell, A cracked New Kids on the Block cassette, Two pink and yellow friendship bracelets, Dr. Pepper Lipsmackers, Folded lined-paper hearts and triangles, A faded polaroid of two girls wearing neon, hair in…
Poem 04 – Memento Mori
Death came knocking last night, sat beside me All scythe and cloak and darkness Myself wading through existence Swimming, even, adrift perhaps Struggling to accept beauty for some time I viewed him with curiosity And maybe a little bit of contempt “You took my Makaze…
SQUIRRELLY
SQUIRRELLY We climb to earth, upside down, heads first, tails up, bushy and last – like a flag proclaiming its territory, here, coming, watch! as our feet touch the earth, and we’re dashing, bounding, nearly bouncing, but softly, so lightly you could be forgiven for…
prompt 3 – repetition
if you tell yourself often enough, all of it can be true from waist size to waste sizing up the spaces open to spill into and take over until the next moments cannot be contained in over-flowing graves filled with secrets everyone knew if…