C’est la Vie

I’d love to tell you, we did it!

I’d love to tell you, we finished.

These past few years, haven’t been quite the same.

These past few years, we hardly get through it.

Am I unfocused?

Did I get distracted?

Yes, I suppose.

Pulled in too many directions.

It’s hard being a mother.

C’est la vie.

It’s hard sacrificing your wants.

Your needs.

For another.

C’est la vie.

This is the life you chose.

You can’t shake the blame.

Now get up and pull yourself together.

There’s no need to pout.

After-all, there will always be another.

C’est. La. Vie.

 

(Congrats to all who successfully completed the marathon 🥰)

My World is Getting Smaller

Image Prompt by Frank Ching

My world is getting smaller 

My patch, stitched down 

Wings now clipped

Walls closing in

Eyes dimming

Colours fading in the light

Now how fast or slow

          ‘Till

My fingers feel for

Silk, and sand

Seeing nubs of Brail.

Announcing the Finishers of the 2023 Poetry Marathon

Dear Poets,

Here’s our initial list of everyone who successfully finished the 2023 Poetry Marathon. These poets wrote 24 poems in 24 hours. Congratulations to everyone who achieved this incredible challenge! You are amazing!

Please note: This list contains errors. We need your help to correct those errors. If your name is in the wrong list, or missing, when it should be there, please let me know by email poets@thepoetrymarathon.com. Any error was in no way intentional. There are so many participants, it is very difficult to create an accurate list. Your help with correcting any errors is greatly appreciated.

Thank you to everyone who participated this year!

You can see the finishers of the half marathon here.

When you are ready, you are very much encouraged to comment on the many wonderful poems written during the marathon by these wonderful poets. — Jacob

Announcing the Finishers of the 2023 Poetry Half Marathon

Dear Poets,

Here’s our initial list of everyone who successfully finished the 2023 Poetry Half Marathon. These poets wrote 12 poems in 12 hours. Congratulations to everyone who achieved this challenge!

Please note: This list contains errors. We need your help to correct those errors. If your name is in the wrong list, or missing, when it should be there, please let me know by email poets@thepoetrymarathon.com. Any error was in no way intentional. There are so many participants, it is very difficult to create an accurate list. Your help with correcting any errors is greatly appreciated.

You can see the finishers of the full marathon here.

Thank you to everyone who participated this year!

When you are ready, you are very much encouraged to comment on these amazing poets’ work. — Jacob

The River (24 hour)

From the east to west the River crawls

Connecting the south and north

Making life liveable, enduring

Living endearing

 

Without the River, life dies

Without it, life ceases

This River, this Hope, like a rope

Connects hopes

Homelessness (23 hour)

Homelessness disease ravages nations

Political and religious leaders are lame

Haven’t found a cure for this disease

NGOs and technology are lame too

 

Asylum seekers and migrants dot dunghills

Wondering like wanderers from one emptiness to another

Bothering about what is a bother

The next homes, and the former homes.

 

How long will this homelessness torment?

 

 

 

 

Aha! Pizza (22 hour)

No pizza for me!

That is the response from a friend

At the end

Of a birthday celebration

 

No pizza for me!

She insisted outrightly

She would not taste the pizza

Nor smell the aroma

 

Aha!

She crushed the

crunchy pizza

with her canines

 

 

Can we stop running, please? (21 hour)

Why am I running away if I am not guilty?

Why are you running away if you are not guilty?

Why are we running away if we are not filthy?

Why are we running in perpetuity?

 

Why am I running away if I am not a runner?

Why are you running away if you are not a gunrunner?

Why are we running away if we are not convicts?

Why are we running in perpetuity?

 

Can we stop and hop

Can we stop and drop

Can we stop and chop

Can we stop running, please?

 

 

 

Ritual (20)

Making the journey from

my abode

to my code

Was a ritual until I bridged my fellowship

 

Then it turned into

A joy

A toy

A ploy

 

A ritual.

Tiny bit of Truth (19 hour)

Rich and endowed we are

But not endowed enough to make the Rich List

The beauty of our house cannot cover

of Forbes magazine sit

 

Our home was CNN’s news centre

The other day, it aired my point of view.

My face and quote splashed on the TV screen.

For lunch my banker stopped over.

 

My surroundings are unworthy.

That is a tiny bit of truth