The Poetry Marathon

It has been a long, long time since I have done writing or delved into reading poetry or books or have done writing exercises. Many years ago, when the future looked super shiny and exiting and I had a head and heart full of dreams and hopes, I was writing almost daily, filling books with all the words that were overflowing from inside me.

I loved writing and I loved being part of writing groups. I then joined the military, in which I stayed for almost 5 years. A year and a half ago I discharged and started the slow process to reintegrating myself into ‘normal’ society. From childhood emotional and mental abuse as well as excessive bullying and harassment and overwork in the military, I was a different person to whom I was around 7 years ago – more than a little broken and damaged. There is a lot less inside me and a lot more numbness and emptiness that doesn’t always offer creativity in the form or writing or sketching.

But I am slowly finding new ways to find inspiration from my journey and from memories. I look forward to meeting new people and becoming part of this new world. Can’t wait to read other people’s work and learn as I go, basking in a new reality filled with artwork made out of words.

I’m currently living in Australia and have moved around a fair bit over the last 10-14 years. I have three adorable cats and spend most of my time studying and trying to learn new skills as well as manage housekeeping and life as much as I can with my constant companions of depression and anxiety.

My main inspirations are nature and wildlife. I love a large variety of poetic works, including Neruda, Lord Byron, Cummings, and more recent, R.M. Drake and Charlie Mackesy. Other names and poems elude me now, as any thought is want to do when I try to grasp it.

Just a few hours to go to my first marathon and I’m both daunted and excited!

p.s. I honestly hope I posted this in the right area for introductions!

I cannot believe it is almost time, poetry party.

So motivating reading all your introductions. I’m excited to get started tomorrow so early in the morning! I’ve never done anything like this before. In fact, I’ve never attended any sort of marathon! Perhaps a series-watching marathon is as close as I got. Haha. I’m glad that I discovered poetry so long ago and I’m so glad that I discovered this poetry marathon to get me out of my funk and giving me an opportunity to create some poetry and to get a chapbook out there once and for all. What a great self-care go-to poetry is, to be honest. Good luck everyone!

Wishing all marathoners whatever gets you through!

May your muse be with you!

See you on the other side,

Elizabeth

I have not put pen to paper as of late. Thank you dear poetry marathon for this yearly tradition of prompts and accountability. Where I may feel alone and isolated, it’s nice to know there are so many poetry comrades. United we write!

Haven’t used WordPress in a few years so figured I better take it for a spin, as per suggestion on Ye Ole Board of Dash.

Bed time…sweet dreams everyone! May the Poetry Fairy visit you in the night!

Martin “Upward Dog” Webb

Hey Everyone!!

my name is Addy. This will be my third poetry marathon. I’m so excited to be attempting the 24 hour marathon again. I made a special journal and have taken a few other precautions to help be successful this year. 🤞🏼 Positive thinking and mindful breath work, we’ll get through this ❤️

I’m a Masters student, and a mama bear. I live in Canada and love writing or any form of expressive arts. I love to advocate for inclusivity and accessibility for all through my work as a Recreation Therapist. (Naturally, I’m very biased in advocating for a balance between our activities of daily living and recreation, and work and play, so I’m ecstatic to be here with everyone.🥰)

I look forward to reading everyone’s poems. ❤️

Best of luck,

Addy

We are known as Pastafarians
Our Quob is egalitarian

Though some may view us as some crockery
We’re serious with our mockery

Since multi-universe works the best
We leave to randomness all the rest

Flying Spaghetti Monster doesn’t judge
On this point we will never budge

Pasta, pirates, any parrot-kind
Our welcome mat is not hard to find

You say I have a bad attitude

But honey you the one with an ill mouth

You say I am selfish

But you’re the one with an issue of sharing

Bad attitude, Intolarent

All the things said about me

In the end its who people couldn’t stand

NO one is perfect

I ain’t a saint

In the end its me who have people beside me

A thought she’ll write from down below, and out. Feelings heartfelt heartly to make her hairs to stand up. With something extraordinary and special. Where this will help her to do even better. Writing has always been a thing a two. Allowing her to rewrite those themes to pass time away. With a roaring thunder of lights.

My name is Rosa Lee Lester-Ranson. Writing has really been my passion since my childhood, and now. To help inspirer and uplift the broken hearts with hope. To cheer them on and into happiness. Just loving what I do. In a run of a day. And with a peace of mind. To give on back with joy.

When joy comes in the morning. With tide tears knowing that I have help many others. In a niche of time. To fill me right on up. Where my well will never runs dry.

God bless you all. To do well writing in this project to share of yours and my expertises for a cause.😇💯🌹🌹🌹