While over looking the sea One day I saw a ship vanishing at the horizon That made me realize I can’t see the ship But it continues to sail There are things we don’t know exists But they do Out of sight Not out of…
Category: Marathon Poem
Dear Past Me – Hour 11
I’m sorry to tell you this But you chose wrong My chance is already gone But yours is not, little miss I let myself guide me through all of this It wasn’t bad, but also not my very best All those wrong decisions – oh,…
Hour 11 – Dear Crystal, circa September 2007
Dear, Crystal, circa September 2007– This is your 33 year old self. [I know you don’t like math, the year is 2019.] I remember you. And wanted to drop down a rope ladder for you to climb out of your early 20s. I…
(Hour 11) 08.30-09.30am. PROMPT, letterpoem to a former version of yourself
7 quick poems to previous versions of gareth i. Dear gareth, Age 4 Arranging Paper Words On Gran & Grandad’s Dining Room Floor Not got much to say to you, buddy. You seem to be doing ok, so far as I can see. ii. Dear…
The Clock (Poem #11)
I’m laying here Staring at the ceiling Wondering how to make time go faster Do I want to rewind and go back? Do I want to fast forward and get further? I don’t know if I want to go backward or forward At this point…
Hour 11: Dear Rose, Age 18
Dear Rose, age 18 It won’t be as much fun as you think. I could explain, but you won’t believe me. – Your Future Self
To Me, Age 15
My love, I regret to inform you that it doesn’t get any easier. In fact, the road ahead is winding more than ever and the war between you and I is, frankly a waste of time, resources, and tax dollars. There’s no need for defenses…
Dear Former Self
Dear Former Self The persona you had then was unique You looked different every day, every week and every moment The black eyes of yours drilled inside those you saw The quirky smile was infectious And your voice filled with confidence Where are the shoes…
Prompt #11 Letter To My Former Self
Dear 20 year old Janice, Not much has changed huh? Insecurities still going strong. This letter is going to be a mix of everything, regrets, advice, hopes and aspirations.. I hope you remember to smile often, And practice Kindness.. Be kind to yourself as well…
Letter to Baby Doc
You’re gonna screw up no matter how carefully you tread But here’s a couple pointers to help you get ahead It’s a drag to move out west, but it works fine so stay the course It’s a waste to buy insurance, you’re as healthy…