The Poetry Marathon

Marqueda

Marqueda in Ebony, dances in the river of Louisiana

Its CEO who founded it in 1918 host of patriarch’s, of Marqueda that inherited the estates mine oils graves for decades

A MTA grounded in places

Continue of its history

Geography arts pictures, of its memoirs of the family own tree of Marqueda

Arose of a Masquerade that resumed in 2018

The patriarch’s of Marqueda will never be-forgotten Marqueda’a historical gathered up the gifts of given, conscious letters went viral, and on the social media. Yoga exercises, meditation,and Law of Attractions runs for days

The marvelous Marqueda, that lies opaque and drips in a dark place of its final rest

Marqueda’s clear veneer that lays and covers the sea.

 

Better Angels

At various points in our REM sleep,
I am the toasty one.
Or so says Ron, who’s turned into me and is so warm himself,
I allow myself to be cocooned for another luxurious hour.
Sleep is the night cream against the grizzled, soldierly grimace
I know will be on his face when he opens his eyes and
remembers: “Fuck, I locked my keys in my car last night.”

I watch him like a cat, sometimes.
His habits are familiar, and his gimlet eyed morning expression
is, to me, more catlike in its disregard for caprice and
unpredictability than any cat meme.

His morning cigarette, the first one of the day,
is spent on the sidewalk in front of our building.
It’s a good day, regardless of a passerby stopping to “buy”
a cigarette off him, and usually not even having the requisite light
to ignite it once given.

If my first response to bad news is less than sanguine, also not good,
I defend myself,
is his timing.

My better self is on hiatus until a solution arrives.

We’ll kiss each other good morning,
but we both remember words said the night before.

Prompts Hour One

For the first time ever we’re trying something a little different this year. The first prompt every hour will be text based (with occasional variations), and the second, if you scroll down, will be image based. You can choose either prompt or not use prompts at all (or only sporadically). All images are either taken from unsplash, or contributed by a poetry marathoner with credit.

Text Prompt

Write a poem about something ending. It could be a relationship, a stage in life, or the apocalypse. The details are up to you.

Image Prompt

Hi

It’s another time

Another year of thoughts

Reasonings and reasons

Sitting on the pew,

Staring into my phone

Seeing a blank page

Reading to write

Waiting for prompts

I’m the girl

With the gap-tooth

Almost time!

Hi All

This is my third half-marathon. Ready to get stuck in, here in Sussex, UK. Good luck to everyone taking part!

Hey heyyy

What’s up everyone! I’m Sam and this is my second time doing the poetry marathon. I’m looking forward to challenging myself again this year. Let’s see where it goes! Good luck to you all!

Hour 0

Waiting for a prompt

Poetry Marathon Day

Excited to start!

@Mejia – Hour 0

Half Marathoners

Good luck to all.

Introduction

Hi Everyone

This is my first poetry marathon. I am excited yet a little nervous about not being able to finish. I have been writing poetry since I was 10 and during the pandemic  became bold as to also create a public poetry insta account @words_of_bee and have written a lot during this time. I hope to read amazing stuff from other poets and hope I get inspired to see this to the finish line. All the best to everyone 💞

Love Bee

 

 

Second marathon

Good morning everyone!

This is my second marathon, last year I did the full 24 hour but this year I’m doing the 12 hour. Best of luck to everyone.

– Jae