The Poetry Marathon

Hope (Poem 24)

A tree cut

A flower plucked

A seed sown

New life blooming soon

What goes

Comes back in some form or the other

Life goes on

World moves ahead

Nothing stop the flow of time

There’s only hope

That keeps us strong

Stones

Slip sliding over the texture

my fingers dive into

a pile of river smooth stones

shivers running through me

as their surface soothes me

no sharp edges to disturb

my sensitive nerves

closing my eyes

I feel calm

HR-11 The Path

Your journey is full of detours
Some bring unbelievable joy
Others bring unrelenting pain
Everyone’s journey is their own

No one has control over your journey
You make choices along the way
Sometimes fate decides your journey

Rachnoc Haiku 24 Hour 24

Sea weed man, guilty,
Slimes across the deck and hauls upright,
To do the right thing.

The tentacles wrap,
Tightly about the boat, Grown,
Squeeze writhing rapture.

He flops and plummets,
Ecosystem returning,
To the singing bed.

Rachnoc withdraws, pulse,
Follows his father beneath,
As the sailor weeps.

Hour 24- text prompt- hope

Ah the little things will kill you

And they say that’s due to hope

Hoping for improvement

Over a loveless gloat

Hope is heavy

And makes you light

Hope is solid

And made of light

Not liquid nor a gas

Hope is not something you can pass

Like a test by thirsty friend

Hope is sweetness

Condensed like milk

Until she knows she’s your one

Lethologica

What is it, what is it?
I know that I know this.
It’s like, that word that means
But it’s not that word.
Or maybe it’s more like
But again, not that word either.
What is it, what is it?
It’s there at the tip of my tongue.

I suppose I’ll think of it later.

Prompt 24

 

The Perfectly Imperfect World (Poem 23)

 

 

Equal wages and opportunities

One or no religion

Gender equality

All sexual orientations accepted

Accessible and uniformed housing for all

Respect for all professions

Seems like the perfect world

Seems like an unachievable dream

 

Ours isn’t like that

It has its flaws

It has its imperfections

And yet it’s somehow

Perfectly imperfect

 

 

In response to text prompt number 23

Sanctity in Shadow 2 – Hour 24

Permanent and shifting,

Perpetually transfiguring in the dimn of night,

Contrite in the radiance of day.

My dormant gloom occupy’s the Shadow

Judges from its sanctity.

Its there I will indulge relief,

Reverence and absolution await the awakening.

2023 Full Marathon: Hour 24

People are real and complex and composed of

out of context quotes, half-remembered daydreams,

and coffee-stained yesterdays – there is a beauty

in such fascinating feelings and experiences;

but we can’t all boil down to rhyme or reason

so easily – we don’t all fit the same molds –

 

and honestly where would the fun in that be?

So next time you pick up a collection of poetry

or go to a museum or peruse a community garden

I hope you’ll admire the differences and the personalities-

I hope you’ll take note of all the butterflies

and hummingbirds and silver linings guiding

you wherever it is you need to go.

 

Time and age and choice can change people

but  you do have a say in how they affect you.

-M. Rene’

 

Poem 25: BONUS:

There’s a fluffy purple owl

named Moonlight and she was

born during the space between

the witching hour and our secret

phone calls- well before the

artist’s hour but you can tell

there’s creativity in those feathers –

that inspiration truly takes flight

and when the final moments

of forever finally arrive – she will be

the sole reminder that even then

there is still beauty and hope.

 

-M. Rene’

 

This has been a blast and there’s even an extra poem for you because one of my fellow writers with a ginormous weekend goal gave me a purple owl stuffed animal named moonlight and we had to celebrate that. thank you for the support. I have poemed and won. now for sleep.