The Poetry Marathon

Its very quiet

In the student lounge now

Just a couple of people

In the study rooms

I am alone in the outer area

But that’s okay

The quiet is my friend

It gives me time

To think and plan

And to get to know

The inner me.

I woke up to the scent of dog shit, cleaned three chunky piles off the floor, and a friend told me I was hour behind.

My PC wasn’t hooked to the internet, and there’s no coffee left.

But nevertheless, I’m ready.

Here in White Rock, BC and ready to go! Good luck all and have fun!

Saturday is here
Our play date will soon commence
Poetry's the game

Good morning! The challenge for hour one is to write a poem that contains the refrain “I am” at least six times. You can start every stanza with it, or be more subtle. You can take make the poem autobiographical or absurd, or best of all a mix of both.

Good luck and happy writing!

Sunlight streaming through my bedroom window

Rain has been falling all week

Muscles sore, eyes wide open

The potential of the day is more potent than any cup of coffee

For the first time since I can’t remember when

I rise without complaint

Not wishing I could simply go back to bed

I am ready

I will enjoy the day

And I will make the most of whatever is to come

Except going to the laundromat

Nothing could make me look forward to that.

 

Freedom I write you

Freedom in sight

Freedom I held you

Peace last night

Numb to the strife

Come to the light

Freedom I know you

Right

Is everybody in?
Everybody ready?

I remember years past,
These 2:30 a.m. Friday night Saturday mornings were a breeze

Now I’m setting an alarm to wake up because I go to bed at 10.