Every year we have this one day
Twenty-four hours where we come to play
We write, we stress, we get little sleep
As we compose all our poems
Some silly, some deep.
We have camaraderie with our fellow mates
We keep each other busy, and finally awake.
With bleary eyes we write, and write some more
And finally as our fingers start to curl
We rejoice to be living in this brave new world.
What a hopeful and spirited last line after sharing the joy of being part of this marathon!! I love it! I did the half-marathon and marvel at all of the full marathoners. Kudos!!
I totally feel this poem! We’re all with you in this one day – I can’t wait till next year! Well done.
I love this one. I could feel it. It definitely brought back feelings from the 24hr marathon. My fingers did in fact start to curl even though I didn’t feel like I wrote much.