24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hello! I’m Maya from Northern Colorado. This is my first time participating and I am going to be in the Morning Half Marathon group. I mostly write fiction, but have always kept a few poems going here and there and occasionally get to my town’s Poetry Slam although everyone is very kind and so there isn’t much “slam” and rather just lots of support. I hope to get a good performance stash going from the results of this challenge.
Hi
I am Archana. I believe that poetry is the best friend as it helps a poet to express his thoughts and imagination in words.
I wish all the participants – Good Luck!
I’m Snigdha from Kolkata India. This is my first marathon, really excited to start tomorrow. Good to know everyone here. 🙂
I am a blogger and in love with verses. My poems have been published in international journal and anthologies. Challenges excite me to do better so I am here sharing with everyone ready to sail on this journey for 24 hours 😊
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8/4/17
Anxiously awaiting
9AM Saturday(24hrs away)
Eagerly anticipating
words, phrases and poems.
Trying not to write…
to save my words.
Sharing smiles wt\ith strangers
at stores.
Wondering if
I look like I’m ready
to write my race
on the page.
Snacks and meals prepared
for only me.
My family must
take care of themselves.
They can at 16 and 21
and my husband born in 1961.
Collecting thoughts, ideas and images
shopping now-seeing BTS sales
3 1/2 weeks- oh no
Words bubbling over
spewing out
uncontrollably
Sleep tonight
will be difficult
with words
struggling to get out.
“We are poets. Our poems will be our legacy.”
I heard this in a show I was watching recently and this is what came to my mind as I read through all the introductions and test posts here. Yes… I do try to read as many as I can because this is part of the experience. So many different people, so many different stories, different reasons to write…. But this difference is what unites us.. These poems unite us. All of us. We, the poets. And it makes me happy… To say the least.
But the weird thing is… Though I read all these posts and can relate to them, feel so many emotions… I can never comment. Rather I can never find any words. Something to say…which feels really strange because that’s what I am here for… To say something, to write.
Hope I can find my words in time for the marathon. Maybe I’ll just read a few more posts… We never know in what form can inspiration knock at our doors.
When you are a writer and you get to be a certain age, the accumulation of a lifetime of experience, emotions, ideas, learning, and wisdom suddenly seems to want expression. I have written all my life, from as early as I can remember, but it was never about publishing. It was helping me to work through my inner dialogues. Sometimes until I could see my thoughts on paper, I couldn’t really understand what was behind what I thought I was feeling.
Then I spent nearly 40 years in financial industry communications, which thoroughly choked off the creative flow. I learned how to write crisply and factually. Bullet points. Sizzle. Blah, blah. That’s how I felt all the time…blah.I wrote a lot, I published a lot, and I can’t tell you anything I wrote that I really care at all about.
Today, my writing is still not about publishing, however, 2017 has been a highly productive year for me, and I’ve found that I do want to publish…more to see if I can do it than because I have a burning need to do it. Don’t take this as vain, but I don’t really care much what other people think about my work. It matters to me what I think about it. But there is a part of me that hopes others will enjoy or appreciate it, too.
I’ve been interested to see the ways many of you are preparing for your marathons. This is my first, and I may be ignorant of what really will be needed to get through it, but I haven’t wanted to prepare anything (except food and drinks). I don’t have any half-baked poems I will have at hand, I don’t have lists of wonderful words that will inspire me. I consider this a test of forcing myself to find something meaningful to say each hour and to say it in an economical way that will have impact. If I can do that, I will consider that I have succeeded, and if I can’t, I will be back next year with lists of words, half-baked poems and any other mind bombs I can find! 🙂 I hope everyone lets the words flow, without judgment. Turn off the inner critic, and have some fun! Be daring! Good luck to all of you.
Looking forward to this Marathon, for exciting prompts, poetry, and growing together.
Me, myself, and I.
Outwardly internalize
The lessons have been optimized
Demonized versions,
halt heavenly mertions
Of spirit, body, and mind.
Yet I find,
Me, myself, and I,
Outwardly internalized.
The speration has been taught
In school lessons, literature, and script
Ego, thought, and spirit.
Me, me, me, protect that which is holy
Myself, myself, myself, the conscious division
I, I, I, the eye in the sky
What happens to me,
Is that of myself,
Not what happens to I.
What I want
I tell myself
So the light can see me.
I want what’s best.
That which settles is a comfortable hell,
Believed by me, one side of myself.
The other side is I.
Split on an axis.
Deceived by the eyes.
Yet protection comes with rage.
Of living out your days giving up,
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage.
That I always walk by and shake.
To let you know I’m awake.
Defend that which saves you.
At the moment you need to.
It will help keep you safe.
That which I think.
Is thought up myself.
It happens to me.
No body else.
Has my time,
Or my eyes.
Inwardly externalize.
Me, myself, and I.
Since the dawn of mind.
Me, myself, and I.
Eye con.
I.
#humankind
#elevatedmind
#memyselfandI
#secretpassages
#hiddentruth
#eyeconreality
hi fellow Poetry Marathoners, I’m just trying a test post! Hopefully this might work 🙂
Giles
Hi I’m DanielleM
This is my second full marathon I participated last year and though it was hectic and demanding and almost drove me insane I had a blast.
Hoping life cooperates this time ’cause it never does. Ever! (:
Best of luck to everyone!