Hour 19: Self-Portrait – DSC #1

Self-Portrait – DSC #1

 

The computer sits open and GLARES

so hard hard the harshest light illuminates

tired lines which are etched etched

into every surface on my sleep slick face

MUSIC helped early but SILENCE now

caressing the danger danger which is

too pleasant but for the birds birds

which have awoken themselves if no-one else

leaving sleep behind, I take the bags with me

under my eyes eyes which are heavier and darker

than I remember them EXCITEMENT

bubbles somewhere, behind caffeine dull

headaches and back-pain, which has

has kept me in company for long hours

longer than I have WRITTEN The Marathon

goes on and on and I am running running

out of time and out of ink ink stained fingers

mark the page before my pen my pen which

has been replaced twice over the course

of just one day forever changing me

me and the path I am on my creativity

stumbles along like a STRANGER in the dark

who looks like you you but before the start

do not deter him he is a writer and though

tired he is GLAD

 

2021©DSCoremans

Poem 19 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ 2021 by DS Coremans

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5 thoughts on “Hour 19: Self-Portrait – DSC #1

    1. It was my homage to a poet I discovered quite recently Paul Monette, the form, an emulation of his elegiac writing in the collection ‘Love Alone’, I was moved by the elegance and beauty contained in such chaotic writing.

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  1. Your rambles and stumbles are so perfect in describing that long day’s night of writing. Bravo to you for the 24…I may some day try it…For now 12 is good for me.
    Love your opening –
    GLARES
    so hard hard the harshest light illuminates
    tired lines which are etched etched
    into every surface on my sleep slick face

    I can see you there with words still finding there way through you sleep deprived brain and out onto the screen.

  2. This was so cool, I love your use of caps. They’re so well placed. This reminded me of myself in certain ways while I believe it is truly only you who could have written this poem. Amazingly done, beautiful

  3. Love the repetition of words… felt like eye blinking, trying to stay awake. I only did the half-marathon, but this resonated with me. Encapsulating line:
    my creativity
    stumbles along like a STRANGER in the dark

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