Surrounded, I am, by flotsam of my life eclectic collection of memory-inducing trinkets and treasures fishing lures hanging from driftwood vintage, autographed transistor radio antique wooden crate shelves cassette tape deck I used for my first radio interviews Dad’s old Scotttie-dog letter holder, and a…
Category: Marathon Poem
Mordant murmurings #19
Surrounded by mundanity Constricted by mediocrity Suffocated by mendacity Given to morbidity Absence of magnanimity Manacled to monstrosity Making marks mechanically To erase again as if magically Leering misanthropy Unable to shake the maddening malaise Being a teacher causes malice in me.
CHARGED (hour xii)
Supplications fill the closet, potent and live Fill me on entry +Inspired by the text prompt
Hour 19- I Have Never Run a Marathon
I have never run a Marathon, but I written through a few. I have struggled through the last miles. My legs and back aching. Newfound self-hatred. Marathoners of the running kind have water passed to them. I am responsible for my own coffee and food….
Where Am I?
This should be good or maybe it won’t It seems fitting to be inarticulate yet truthful at 3:00 in the morning. At this time of night So early in the morning I think it was a good choice to pass on the Cheetos My keyboard…
Hour Nineteen: A Chamber Full of Chaos
Brass bed, piled high with sheets, dogs, and dog chews, a mostly-covered vent across to muffle the noise from the studio below, Picasso’s woman and bird overhanging a cluttered desk, papers, books, bills, lamp, iPad, Laptop, folders, and CBD bottles, black out curtains draping a…
Hour 12 prompt
SACRIFICE There is no success without sacrifice, Sacrifice is just a way to show that you are very nice The matchstick sacrifices itself to light up a lamp at every height The candle sacrifices itself to give out light at night The woman sacrifices herself…
Day #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour19
sultry, hot the unmade bed where I have lain this night each poem a story of you. imagined and real unreal surreal true. the sun burns, a fierce white heat that emits no light.
Dark Spring-Hour Nineteen
Smooth walls circle round and round me, round and round, like a tailor bird I stitch it round me, in the best and coolest of colors. Green, rich gold, deep mahogany, colors of the forest, dressing me in sumptuous symphony, I turn, the green a…
Serenity
I know how it gets worse when the only way out is down I know when it gets worse sometime around now I know why it gets worse that’s the worst part