The Poetry Marathon Starts Now!
Hopefully everyone is up, turning on their computers, pulling out their note pads, and maybe even sipping on a little coffee right now.
The Poetry Marathon has begun! So start writing! Good Luck!
Circus
Whose story is this Can we tell Everyone’s formed an opinion Oh well They take what they wanted and Turned it about and Now the truth is in Doubt
What we were we reeling about and Does it fit Last time I checked we all played a role It’s Black and White with a touch of grey
Where did this happen and did we move it around On the street In the park
When was it noon was it dark
How did it occur Can we tell There’s red water running everywhere
Why Everyone wants to know yet the only ones to speak are the circus running the show
Are we failing?
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One Hour
The Poetry Marathon starts in one hour!
Saturday
There’s been a heavy fall of rain overnight and the world seems freshly washed around me today – a good beginning to a new adventure! Best wishes to everyone who’s doing either the half marathon or the full marathon today; it’s been a pleasure to meet you.
Called to work…can I start my 1/2 marathon when I get home?
I got called to work this morning and will be there until after 5. Can I start my 1/2 marathon then or just post for the remaining hours. Let me know what you think. Thanks Vicki
five hours and twenty minutes
until the start
I should have went to sleep earlier
but I was collecting my musings
see you all then.
Dance on Air
One day she’ll dance on air
When ground
And sky
And water
Are all one.
The wind in her hair
Soft rain falling
She can feel
Life’s rhythm
Flowing in.
She danced on earth;
Now she dances on air.
Faces
Faces in the rocks
And in the leaves
Upon the ground.
In clouds they change
When passing by
Each look
A new one found.
I see the faces
Of all time
Held there
In nature’s hand.
The Painting of the Stars
The first one glows
Alone at night
A monad in the dark.
Then second comes
And third and fourth
And grows the light.
Like fireflies in the sky
They dance
Creating
The painting of the stars.
I want to not do this, but…
I am going to follow through. I have a new commitment to myself, that whenever I sign up to do something or say I will do something, I DO IT.
I feel super nervous, because lately poetry has become something I fear. I used to love it dearly, but after tanking open mic after open mic lately, my confidence has really taken a huge hit.
Part of me is doing this to prove that I have what it takes, the other part to conquer my fears and something else inside tells me that this is going to be huge for me in some way that is unknown to me at the moment, but will become apparent soon and very soon.