The Poetry Marathon

Hi Everyone,

Looking forward to the marathon with you all.

My name is Daniel.  I am first time marathon participant.  I have rarely written poetry; and do not consider myself an avid reader of poetry.  I am joining this marathon to expose myself to something new; to challenge myself; to feed my need to create; to meet new people; and to share in this communal experience.

I am a folk art enthusiast, a collector of creches, an appreciator of early music, a baker, a believer, and a creative.

Solving problems is something I love to do in addition to innovate, develop systems, design things, write, think, and strategize.

Seeing the future as a fixed destination is something I do not do.  Instead, I see it as a place I create out of the choices I make right now.  I live in the moment.  This does not mean that I do not have a plan or plans.  I do.

I am drawn towards people to help them experience success.  Each individual is a work in progress and their potential is all I see.  I am fueled by the sign of growth in others.  This brings me strength and satisfaction.  I hope others can realize that my helpfulness is both genuine and fulfilling to me.

Time alone for musing and reflection is very important to me.  I like to think.  I like mental activity.  I am introspective. A mental hum is one of the constants of my life.

I derive a great pleasure and strength from being around close friends.  I am comfortable with intimacy.  I deliberately encourage a deepening of relationships, accepting the risk that this certain kind of closeness implies.

These themes: adaptability, development, intellect, and relator will help prepare me for the marathon.

Thank you for reading,

Daniel

Just a quick note to test the waters of the Pirean Spring, so to say.

Hullo and well met!

JW

1. I wrote my first poem at the age of 10. It was about a prize fight I sneaked out of bed to watch, peeping from behind our living room sofa, smugly content in my transgressions. The poem poured from me the next day and I was convinced it was a masterpiece. I was proud; so proud i wanted to show it to everyone, including my Mother. Bad idea. After much interrogation and my tearful confession, I was banished to my bedroom.  The poem was forgotten and so were my dreams of literary fame.

Now, years later, I’m finally trying again. Short stories are my favorite. A novel is my goal.  But poetry will always be my first love.

Hi, everyone!

I’m a poet from rural Illinois who finds herself transplanted to a south suburb of Chicago. A sense of place plays an important part in my poetry and my life, and recently my relationship with several important spaces has changed. I’m hoping that perhaps participating in this marathon will help me explore some of that and find some grounding . . . or at least gain a sense of hope and direction moving forward. But perhaps I will write about entirely different things! At any rate, it will be a neat challenge and I’ll get to read others’ poems!

This is my first attempt at a poetry marathon of any sort. To prepare, I want to sharpen my poetic ears by memorizing poems by several of my favorite poets. I also enjoy, at times, the structure of certain traditional poetic forms, so I’ll want to make sure I have reminders of how they work handy–ha! And, of course, I’ll need some creature comforts–most importantly, black tea with milk and sugar!

I’m most excited about working in the wee hours of the morning (although, I hope I’m not too spent by then to be creative). There’s something so timeless about the space between midnight and the moments when the birds begin to sing.

Best wishes to all my fellow poets and adventurers!

~ Elena Lee

Ramona here.  First time marathoner, long time poetry writer. I am a high school support teacher from British Columbia.

Hoping to survive the all-nighter and see what my unconscious unleashes in poetry at 2 or 3 am.

Hello everyone!

I am mother, educator, bilingual author and translator. I write to inspire others to be a better person. This is my second Poetry Marathon. Welcome to all the first time participants!

I write for a local paper, have 2 dogs (one who grew to be an UNEXPECTED giant) and a cat, lots of kids and grandkids and 2 great-grandbabies. I garden, sculpt, paint, and hike. I’m not the world’s greatest poet, but I loved the challenge and the prompts last year. So, I decided to go ahead and join the half-marathon again this year.

Hi everyone. I’m Kofi Acquah from Ghana.

Hello,

My name is Martina Gallegos, aka, Martina Robles Gallegos. I came from a rural town in Mexico at the age of fourteen; I spoke no English at all, and my Spanish wasn’t that great either. I had to learn both languages when I started school in the United States, as a junior high schooler. Since teachers didn’t know how to teach me, or what to do with me, I had to devise clever ways to teach myself English.

I moved on to high school, with teachers doubting my ability to succeed. I started using the language I’d learned even though it was still pretty bad. It was here that I met some wonderful teachers who saw potential in me and trusted that I’d make the right choices; I wasn’t going to disappoint them. To shorten my story, I lost my mother to suicide when I was in tenth grade, but I studied super hard and graduated top ESL student. I attended community college, facing more challenges but persevered then moved on to university. There I faced more societal obstacles but managed to focus nevertheless. Unfortunately, I lost a sister to suicide, the second family member. Again I had to give 110% to stay in school. I graduated and then got my bilingual teaching credential.

I taught for almost eighteen years until a work injury followed by a massive hemorrhagic stroke, coma, brain and heart surgeries ended my teaching career, but I tell people: and that was the best thing that happened to me; the nightmares began after I got home.

I became a volunteer at my local hospital and elementary school since I was not allowed to even visit my worksite. I resumed my Masters but couldn’t attend ground school because of the driving thing. I then looked for and found an online program. I changed subjects but enrolled and, facing seemingly insurmountable obstacles, I was able to complete my Masters degree. I started publishing a month before my graduation. I graduated with my Masters and my daughter with her high school diploma.