The Poetry Marathon

24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 10: A Tribute to Sara Teasdale “Tossing Stones”

The vivid autumn does not bring sadness
yet I am brokenhearted
the cool breezes and setting sun
those inspirations have parted

When this season decides to end
there is no need to care
as I see no message of wintery days
and a blizzard’s icy stare

The final peace of the golden maples
leaves fluttering goodbye
the savoury smells of my memories
are in their final fly

Celebration clamouring all around
giving thanks for many things
I sit, tossing stones
imagining the fate of rings

Carry on, dear friend
in this nameless walk through mortality
I hear your meaningless voice
as humanities hopeless modality

Hour 7 – Hold Me

Just hold me
While I weep in silence
Ask me not one thing
As my dolorous sighs release

Your strength I shall borrow
Just hold me
While I wallow in the sorrow 
Of betrayal, forfeiture and demise

My though clouded by tears
See the beauty of your love and plead,
Just hold me
Without me having to ask you

You ask no questions
And beg not a word
As to why I need you to
Just hold me

Hour 10 text prompt- What is Love?

What is love

What. Is. Love.

What happens when baby hurts me?

Baby hurts me

Baby. Hurts. Me.

That’s not love.

It’s never love to hurt your love.

Dating doesn’t answer me

Live is not a tragedy

Is love romance?

Is love just chance?

We will never know.

What. Is. Love.

Fucking.

Diving Bell Hour #8 9/2/2023

In order to explore

the depths of my soul

I bought a diving bell.

Sparing no expense,

I also hired a professional crew

(like the ones you’d see on one of those over-produced documentaries)

I even hired a research professor from an Ivy league university,

Just for good measure.

We planned, prepared and trained

for what seemed like forever

for the mission of a lifetime.

When the long-anticipated day finally arrived,

the bell christened, stocked, staffed

and with great fanfare slowly lowered into my soul

There was only one problem…

I wasn’t in there

Hour nine

Morning

On lazy mornings
They go in search
Of the whiff of cinnamon,
Throwing warm jackets
Over tired bodies,
Squinting at too bright
Lightbulbs and grabbing
Coffee cups with tiny tremors.

It is ritual, it is easy,
It is comfort and safety,
Resting elbows on worn wooden tables
And oversized, cozy armchairs.
It is morning and they
Are finally awake.

after we are gone

who will bring flowers

to our grave now

perhaps a bird will drop a seed or two

in early spring

where forget me nots will bloom where we lay

 

What is love?

What is love?

What is love if not the adoring gaze  of a Swiss cow gazing at you across mountain meadows.

Dance of Butterflies !

 

Butterflies fly in the blues high
One by one, in smooth hours.
Pure dancers inside out,
Their Vibrant wings, display its joy

Wall curtain, azure and radiant glow
in this picture, display of natural pleasure.
Their silent splendor in motion, visible
As they roll, seems steps in the sky garden with joy !

 

 

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Hour #10: The Cosmos

There are many complicated

theories about space—

most being hard to understand.

 

String theory speaks of

vibrating loops—electrons

& quarks. I wonder if that theory

 

has anything to do with the moon?

Well, I am no scientist, just

a poet. So here goes…I pull

 

the chain of string from the edge

of the potato sack. It unravels

into two strings, which I tie

 

together to make one. I tie that

string to the ball of string I’ve been

winding. The ball of string

 

is white & looks like a moon,

Especially when I throw it

into space & it defies gravity.

 

It is orbiting right now. The

only problem with my method

is how do I catch the ball when

 

say, I need string to truss the turkey

or to tie up the fall pea plants?

It is so high up there, so near the moon.

 

Hour 9 image prompt – Swallowtaile

Swallow tails

Don’t need their tails

They just use them to

Escape the birds

Oh shoot this is almost late. I’ll do it properly later