The Poetry Marathon

See

You are tossed into it like a piece of meat to a swarm of carrion flies or a murder of crows

The human condition, I mean

You Walk

In the cold soft blue winter light, morning,
You Walk.
No arm no more to hold you back in bed,
You walk.
No longer fighting days awake with “five more minute” sleep,
You walk.
The empty house you own, empty bed and empty thoughts,
You Walk.

You walk to be seen, to know you didn’t fade in night.
You walk to see and hear the voices full of life.
You walk to fix a point of motion, always moving forward or fall behind.
You walk to run from age, from dark night grave, from helpless plague.

In morning, so open, quick, the door, and to the street, to left or right maters not, only forward, away for all the still,
You Walk.

Scabbard Moon

Tis the sword of the good Lord
That which he hung of his own accord
Just something to do because he was bored
Radiant glory is his divine reward
But then, the sun!
Now moon ignored.

From the scabbard twas pulled
Placed against darkness bejeweled
Left to make sure that Earth doesn’t cool
Held opposite the sun, in darkness she rules
Mover of tides
Iron core refueled

I

am

the

city

Windy

places

Passion

created

bringing

wunderlust

The First Seven Hours…..2015, 24 Hour Poetry Marathon

A crazy old hairdresser who wrote

Did not want to miss her own boat

So she juggled her scissors,

and guests did not receive fissures

while poems appeared to promote!

 

 

Censored (9th hour of half marathon)

Words flow

I talk, think, write without ceasing

Make sense? Not always!

One certainty: Succinct is Not my middle name.

(unless I edit, re-edit, re-edit, re-edit.)

hahahahahahahahahahaha

Hour 9: The Other Woman (a sonnet)

What if they see us holding hands?

What would they think? I’m scared to guess.

Right now I’m grateful for this darkness.

Though I’d prefer a visa to some foreign land.

Because who but us would understand?

Words of defence are meaningless

And God knows I know it’s a mess.

I’m the Other and I am banned.

But this will work out because love always wins;

That is what the literature states.

I fell for the wrong man, for my sins

And now we hide, something he hates.

In the dimly lit cafe, more people pour in

And see two people in love, their merged fates.

Poem#10 Random Words: Negativity

Spooky scary creepy,

Sleekly crafty wily,

Slimy prickly shitty,

Clumsy grumpy whiny,

Creaky squeaky noisy,

Spiky prickly grossly,

Nasty naughty vainly,

Devilishly messy folly,

Life’s negativity!

Haiku #9

All the sights are glass—-

all the sights are black and white

when I feel fine.

Summer Haiku (complete with kigo)

June evenings

I mourn your death

with warm tears

 

 

daisies and grass

on your back as you leave

your rendezvous

 

 

summer wine

last year tasted

so much better

 

 

beach sand

no dog worries about

his sandals

 

 

summer solstice

waiting for the sunset

yawn after yawn

 

 

(c) Ella Wagemakers, 23.48 Dutch time (= 17.48 EST in the US)