The Poetry Marathon

Whirl

Whirl and whirl it goes
The clock keeps ticking
My heart keeps beating.
Whirl and whirl it goes
I wish I could hold it
I wish I could stop it
Whirl and whirl it goes
My head keeps thinking
My eyelids keep blinking
Whirl and whirl it goes
I wish I could hold it
I wish I could stop it
Whirl and whirl it goes
I keep strategizing
I keep deliberating
Whirl and whirl it goes
I wish I could hold it
I wish I could stop it
Life keeps happening
Life keeps moving
I wish I could hold it
I wish I could stop it
Whirl and whirl..and whirl and whirl it goes!

6pm The Wind

In closing the eyes one can become the ultimate Yogini…forgetting all about the Yamas and Niyamas, and yet in that has an illusion too…

Battery Life

A musician with no hands.

A painter with no eyes. 

A poet with no tongue.

A lover with no love.

 

Victims of desire.

 

No charge.

New charge. 

Recharge.

 

 

Hour 10, Prompt 10

The Moonshadow Challenge

Trading Bows for Quills

Trading Bows for Quills

“You may be disappointed if you fail,
but you are doomed if you don’t try.” Beverly Sills

Two and a half years I tried.
Had professional lessons and practiced.
A tattoo of a shamrock on my wrist
convinced me along,
coax into believing
I’d become an Irish fiddler.

Celtic Blaze,
Celtic Thunder,
Celtic Woman,
Andy Cooney songs
and Eileen Ivers,
the Jimi Hendrix of fiddle players.
Everything Irish that I am not.

I came,
I tried
and was overcome.
The experiences granted me
the gift of writing.
So instead I became a Poet.

Margarette Wahl

Moon Shadow

nippy moon shadow

brings bright lights of hope and peace

full moon breaks near.

@Mejia – Haiku – Hour 10

Hour 10: Prompt 10: Moonshadow

Making memories with ones I love

Open minded to the journey that awaits

Optimistic to what the future may hold

Never losing sight of what matters most

Sitting with my thoughts

Happy with the emotions they bring

Always searching for a deeper meaning

Deeply present in each breath I take

Overly eager to find my way

Wishing for the best yet to come.

Demon’s Tracking(Prompt 10)

i run away from my shadow,

daytime and night,

tryna keep myself at bay,

the demons have taken over my shadow,

it constantly tries to detach itself from me,

a body part at a time,

night approaches it gathers strength,

terrorizing my dreams this thing,

best above all things

-Ropa

10. Imagine

being voiceless
projecting everything
instead with your fingers
would that not be liberating?

Hour 9: Ten Word Prompt Poem

I came upon a masked stranger,

stirring porridge in the heat.

He asked if I was in danger,

and offered me a seat.

 

I said that I felt lethargic,

and could use a bit to eat.

He insisted that I seemed sick,

and must get off my feet.

 

He went into his wee abode,

a cottage on the treeline.

He soon returned with a huge toad,

and a cat he called Ms. Feline.

 

He zoomed about like a firefly,

then said, “It’s time to dine!”

He opened a bottle, then did cry,

“After dinner you will feel fine!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cathedrals

Seismic crafted cathedrals sustained in the wild,
Affections cultivated ring tin thin empty,
Rock heat baked timeless preservation,
Her wallflower’s fluctuating vinette,
Floral mask betraying brittle surface,
Three times an outsider standing by,
Dried up cracks strange adorning what nature made,
Slithering survival flashing firefly emotions near,
A sense beyond the temporal provokes lethargy in the viewer.
Walking with giants to surpass me for millennia.