4:00 AM – Handwritten Poem – (Hour 20)
Hour 23: The cage
In this world, I wake up with the sun
And go to sleep in the company of moon and stars
The days are filled with mirth and laughter
The humans, birds and animals live together as one community
No throats are slit, no gas chambers for anyone
Food is what nature grows in abundance
But Hark! This world exists only in my head
In the real world, I am just a parrot
With clipped wings in a golden cage..
Thank you
I have been a recluse througout this marathon. I promise that I will read at least one of your poems and comment on it/them.
But first, restorative sleep.
Take care of yourself.
You did it!
ET’s Science Project
Too much carbon in the air
made them all machines.
Squared lips, rounded jaws
of organic steel.
A world of hot diamonds
and melted glass
upon which they roll
on titanium pegs.
A strange experiment!
Hour 16 : A letter to Tears
Dear Anna Akhmatova,
I sincerely hope that you are doing well. I’m writing to thank you for creating the powerful piece “Requiem.”” Few works of literature have ever affected my spirit the way your words have.
“Requiem” is a monument to the human spirit’s tenacity in the face of unfathomable suffering and loss. Your bravery in documenting the agony that so many people went through during the Stalinist era is both heartbreaking and motivating. Your skill as a poet is demonstrated by your ability to depict the sorrow and agony experienced by a whole generation.
You gave voice to the voiceless in “Requiem,” and your comments served as a potent reminder of the value of bearing witness to history’s most horrifying events.
The suffering people have found comfort in your poetry, and it has shown them the way to restoration and peace.
I want to express my gratitude for your bravery and dedication to justice and truth. Your writing has a lasting impact on readers all across the world and is a potent reminder of how literature has the capacity to illuminate even the most shadowy aspects of human history.
I sincerely respect and thank you.
Ghost of the dead
Hour18
Do you hear the roar of pain?
If you do, will you give a hand or
will you let others to do so? Why do you
postpone? What are you waiting for?
Prompt 24 – Hope in a Hopeless Situation
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In darkest hours when all seems lost and bleak,
When shadows cast their shroud on weary hearts,
Amid the chaos, hope begins to speak,
A flicker in the dark, where despair departs.
When tempests rage and tear the world apart,
And sorrow’s tears like raindrops ceaselessly fall,
In hope’s embrace, we find a brand new start,
A beacon in the night, to guide us all.
Though storms may rage and clouds may hide the way,
Hope whispers softly, “This too shall pass.”
With steadfast faith, we greet the break of day,
For hope endures, a flame that’s meant to last.
So in the depths of trials and endless strife,
Take solace in the power of hope, your guiding light.
Antoinette LeRoux © 2023