The Poetry Marathon

Prompt for Hour Twenty Four

I imagine that a lot of poets right now are ready to sleep. So that is the theme of the final prompt. Write a poem about sleep. What it is like to sleep, what it is like to dream, what you are dreaming about. But don’t fall asleep until you press Publish!

Doubt

doubt

has quite a few synonyms,

uncertainty, disbelief, skepticism, and misgiving

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in different forms

it creeps up,

when you least expect

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By: KMH 2015

Witch 2

Once, I could predict the gender of infants before birth.  If I

focused now, I could still do it.  But how do you do this?

By getting to know the parents.

 

These days, though, I let it go.  I see the flood and release it

where it needs to be.  Sometimes, pretending not to know

is better, although not for myself.

 

Lately, I’ve been struck by certain deaths.  I haven’t uttered

a word, but I see them walking around, the stones around

their necks, waiting to jump into the sea.  I see them looking

around, searching for gaps between the rocks, hoping and

not hoping they’ll be noticed, their eyes straight ahead

 

and then, with unbelievable suddenness, jump off from the

heights, seeing only peace at the bottom of the cliff.

 

 

©  Ella Wagemakers, 13.59 Dutch time (=  7.55 EST in the US)

hour 23 prompt 23

I just can’t do it is all that I say

This doubt that I feel is here to stay

Everyone says don’t put yourself down if you try then you can

When I do I fail miserably at it so why try I’m failure of a man

This self doubt it a cancer holding me back, sometime I feel like a laying on train tracks

How do I overcome this feeling inside when all is wrong and nothings right, I will try once again and see if it’s just effort that is all that lacks

If I succeed this feeling of doubt will be banished

It will change my thought process and for success  I will be famished

 

 

Missing prompts

Ok, I missed a few

I didn’t do the fish

Fish isn’t for me

My favorite author bailed

And honestly that one possession

Turned into three

The sestina almost killed me

I gave up poetry then and there

I didn’t do the food

Diet food isn’t romantic

That creature with the cold nose

His goodbye makes me sad

Persona got ditched

Genre did too

Underwater well, that’s for fish

Fish really isn’t for me

I didn’t do visual specifically

Hope a few visuals found their way through

And the timer, wrote about the timer

forgot to set the time

All in all a good days work

And my relationship is still in tact

But slightly worn out.

 

LOVING A TREE

The shade you provide
Protects them from the scorching sun
Your green leaves
Give them fresh breathable air
Your roots
Protect the soil from erosion
Your thick branches
Give beams to make swings
They love you
I think you know
Though they don’t say it
The safety and security
You provide is felt and appreciated.
So, why did they chop me down?