I knew it was coming. Everyone did. Fluttering leaves showed the way. Flowers bloomed in place. The moon cycled. Nevermore blessed. I needed to see it through.
Category: Marathon Poem
Icarus’s Shadow
I saw the shadow of Icarus on the wall Did he know he was not the first to fall Hubris… pride… arrogance… hardly new concepts He stretched his fingers up high Trying so hard to touch the sky To touch something far beyond his precepts…
Fruition -Haiku (Hour 1)
Fruition -Haiku By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 1) Never left without What is meant for you will come You will smile again
The beginning #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourone
It was a beginning of sorts Only I had no idea where I was going Or where the roads would lead. Uncharted lands, the tiny path That twist and turned upon itself Into the woods in the mist-ridden Hills where you once walked. I heard…
How Many Did That Make Now?
A laughter, carefree, happy, unrestrained, used to ring out in bustling halls. It never reached many others before getting lost in the crowd of similar sounds. But it was there. Now it’s not. The bustling seems quieter somehow… how many did that make now?…
Hour One – A Tanaga
Twenty-four in twenty-four Can we do it? Wait and see! Through the lyric diction door Go trekking each hour! Agree? I tried to write a tanaga.
Nightly Ritual (Hour 1)
Cozied under covers and dark skies. Heavy eyelids, sluggish eyes. Wrists, weak, fail to hold the weight that slowly tips, tips, tips. Need to know what happens next. Blink them open, yet eyes slide closed. Finally, book lands on nose.
No Longer Lasting
Her smile No longer Lit up The room I don’t know if I no longer Saw it Or she hid it from me. Whatever made us happy No longer Made us happy together We began arguing Over the trivial No longer Making up with laughter…
The End?
The End? Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris Is the end truly the end? Or the beginning of something new? And if the end is the beginning of something new, Then is the beginning the true end after all? Is the true end of all the end…
A Cowboy Rides Away – Hour One
He rides off into the sunset once more A journey filled with some regret A trailblazer, of sorts, that rode shore to shore He thinks back to those that he met The dreamers, the doers, the crazies, the plain The strangers, the divas,…