The Poetry Marathon

Up Here

I stop noticing or caring about the edge of the guard railing digging into my thigh about 20 minutes ago.

The wind tries to push me backwards. I lean into Zephyr.

The water breaks along the sand and the whooshing rhythm fills my ears.

Gulls crying for a Cheeto percuss the beat.

Ants moving from shady spot to shady spot, the sun beating down on all.

One ant is dragging her toddler ant towards the water.

My eyes focus on the tiny pink bathing suit and the blonde curls.

Not ants.

I feel small again. My thighs start to ache again.

The wind tries to push me back. I let him.

 

# 2 Unspoken Yearning

Deep, dark, poignant…and also
Yearning
Churning
Burning
Unspeakable
Unchangeable
Unreachable
Consuming
Exhuming
Assuming
Enthralling
Sprawling
Crawling
Constricting
Conflicting
Restricting

Don’t speak the words
Don’t speak the words
Don’t speak the words

Stay silent! Don’t let the words fall!
For thereafter there is no recall!

Coyote Every Time…

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3: Tambourines

Tambourines at dusk-fall
peal luminous sound-pearls,
bright noises shaken
from an earth-black drum:
fireflies, forest-stars,
blips of celestial sonar.

Rattled beads of light
clatter their gold-glow-echoes
in the thickened gloaming.
Spangles, jangles of glory.
Sparklets of felicity,
which darkness cannot comprehend.

A Cabin in the Middle of Nowhere

Serenity is felt
In the coolness of the mountains.
In the solitary madness
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Peace comes to me
The land is wide and free
I look into eternity
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Tranquility is abundant
As I look to the far horizon
The quiet speaks to me
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

I bow my head
I say a prayer
I smile and get to my feet.
I have found the renewal, the nourishment I need
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Hour 3

Wow third poem down. These might not be super long but I’m very happy that I am getting these poems done.

 

Eternity Now

Neon shines fro the building

Naming our escape from the world

We hide for the night in bodies

Swaying together sweat soaked skin brushing

You grab us another round of drinks

We pause a moment to watch

People hiding their world behind dancing

Alone or with someone pushing the world away

We rush back to the dance floor

Our bodies swing in tonights eternity

Hour Three

Motel Eternity

By Patricia Harris

Promises broken

Beneath the neon sign,

Under the night sky

I sit wondering why.

Questioning self,

And the reasoning

That I choose to even believe

In an illusion called eternity.

 

Temporal misnomer,

No longer assured

That I will even see the like

Of an eternity I will ever enjoy.

Knowing the definition

Of now,

Only feeling disjointed

As I realize that my choices

Lead me to see what

The illusion is in truth to be.

Eternity.

# 1 Elements

Earth…
Life giving
Hope growing
I would bury myself in you…

Wind…
Gently blowing
Wildly howling
Carry me away with you

Water…
Thirst slaking
Soul hydrating
I am awash with you

Fire…
Doubt purging
Love refining
I am ablaze for you

Earth Wind Water Fire
Elements of my desire
Emulsify into a myriad of emotions
Futile, pointless, mindless notions.

Prompt#3 Snap!

Overhead shot

Line upon line of blue,yellow thoughts

Mushrooming poets under hot sun plot.

 

Random prompt #19 (”Welcome home” j.r.m©)

His soft eyes are
full of compassion and so much love to offer.
He wasn’t afraid to break down and cry
when the moment and situation called for it.
His eyes expressed one thing right from the start,
“Welcome home.”
Sometimes it’s okay not to be okay.

His arms, at the airport
when he wrapped me in an embrace
whispered to my heart, “Welcome home.”
Ever since then, his arms have sheltered me
from many a great storm.
We communicated with pure emotions
restoring the dignity of their essence
without reducing it to mere meaningless words.
That’s when I realized sometimes home is
two arms with a heartbeat.

His fingers entwined into mine
spaces in between, it’s a perfect fit.
The last piece of the puzzle,
It became home,
This is where I belong
filling in the spaces between your fingers
‘’Welcome home.”

The way his mirthful off-tone voice
greets me every time over the phone.
How he can’t sing to save his life.
I knew I was home….
‘’Welcome home.”

Home is not a place it’s a feeling.
And it’s the way you make me feel,
takes my breath away.
It’s as simple as that.
“Welcome home.”

j.r.m©