The Poetry Marathon

Out of Control

You are here and there and everywhere

A panic induced nightmare you crave

Sweeping throughout your body like a wave

Reality ripping and you tear

A shedding of your skin and you feel bare

Darkness suffocating you like a cave

Aching, dying; a Love you need to save

Spreading the disease moment lived in fear

A surge so strong you feel the need to die

It hurts so bad and you feel so alive

The end is coming near the death in strife

An aching body, hurts so, needs to cry

The surrender of being in love, take a dive

Poem #1

How do we know what’s truly in our minds?

There are innumerable flickers of thoughts through our skull mush,

Memories, intuitions, interpretations.

Even we, who supposedly own ourselves,

Cannot track, cannot contemplate every individual nerve ending and electronic pulse that shoots across our neurons.

It all moves a bit too fast for me.

Maybe one day, I’ll know myself well enough.

Maybe one day, I’ll know what I’m thinking.

Marathon Poem 1- Beginning

Beginning

 

Inception

Conception

Prelude

Start

 

The pistol has been fired

The ball is rolling

 

There is no going back

 

Your Words

Punched in the face
Kicked in the stomach
down,
bleeding,
helpless,
…Your Words

Ancient

The limbs are tired.

Tired are the eyes;

for the ears there has been

too much sound, too much

coloured noise, and tired,

too, this endless length of day,

this mad chase of sun, moon,

breathless wind, arguments

of cold and heat, dying stars

reborn as planets, circles

and ellipses, comet tails

 

foretelling doom that has

already come and gone,

to even more ends and then,

again, beginnings, the youth

of eternity in the trees, the seas,

the stirrings of time in waves

of dandelion seeds.

 

 

(c) Ella Wagemakers, 15.00 Dutch time (= 9 a.m. EST in the US)

Watching You Sleep

As I lay here

I find amusement as I watch you sleep

Your eye lashes, thick and long

Play peek a boo

With eyes unaware, they’re the target

Of a gaze from a unloved lover

Who longs for the touch, the kiss of pure affection that can’t help but flow from love

Yet has settled for one night meaningless moments between mismatched souls

Potential unmet

Desires unfulfilled

But you’re here

Your snores fill this summer morning

The birds’ songs dissipate

Inside there’s a choke of the heart

O, the grasp of heartache

Standing Stiff

In my dream a snake and a dog

Me standing stiff as the dog dies

The snake slithers into the shadows.

Me standing stiff in my dream

Wondering

Wondering how I’d let something that

dangerous into my life.

Ariel

Our date by the sea, the restaurant (We are merely a temporary us,) a distraction from what is at last us.

You in your slacks, shirt, tie (tempted, separated by a callous hand of fate), not yet, not yet. Not now, you whisper.

I in my pearls and black velvet,(side by side we remain) striding in the beach. My high heels are

sinking into sand, (painful, we know this ending tale) and I remember the way, you know how my mind goes,

of blinding pain, and like Anderson’s mermaid I am mute (joking, laughing, loving, and internally maimed), though we are

laughing at the follies of Romans and Greeks (and Ulysses and Poseidon’s strife have nothing on this), the vanity of them,

I imagine for once those black heels thrown to sea (sailing to our own worlds, to part), a paltry mortal offering

to a jealous sea-witch(god, how we wish for the inevitable) to be spared in this final moment, our moment, to be.

That happily (never.)ever-after.

Introduction of a new-be

Good morning everyone,

This new adventure will, I’m sure, stretch me way out of my comfort zone and who knows (I surely do not know) how this challenge will alter me or not.

I opened to this possibility on a whim and although I am a voracious reader and lover of the written word, and do write prose of mostly free-form, one characteristic of my writing you can immediately see: SUCCINCT is not my primary characteristic.

I am, however, curious and open.

That’s all, for now. Oh, my half marathon challenge is beginning …. NOW!

Unnecessary Pillar – 1/24

I think about it
all the time

About how a single crack in my pillars
could be the end of it all
I could chisel a blood river
into my thighs,
and feel the currents empty life from me
as I stood tall, the building not collapsing as I disappear
Everything still holds without me.

@ angel rosen