The Poetry Marathon

Three Heroes

Triumphantly they stepped forward
Eventually three were left
The joy of getting closer to the goal
Suspicion of something unknown
doubts somewhere
Did they win in this quest?
some questions with out solution

Prompt #24 – sleep deprived

This last poem says it. I will not be driving, operating heavy machinery or signing any legal documents for the rest of the day.

sleep deprived

outrageous

stardust slips into corners

like a guilty pleasure

turns thief of sleep

 

stardust slips into corners

while ghosts unpair shoes

turn thieves of sleep

hide hope in pants pockets

 

while ghosts unpair shoes

clothes assemble to seduce

hide hope in pants pockets

turn themselves inside out

 

clothes assemble to seduce

like a guilty pleasure

turn themselves inside out

outrageous

 

Old memories

“Memories of old,

Nostalgic reminiscence,

Beautiful flashbacks”

Endings – Hour 24 Prompt

Endings are the best place to begin
If you know where you are going,
and where you plan to land,
you already know where you need to start
Begin where you need to reach your Endings

Too bad

You got passed over for a promotion;

your trip itinerary didn’t go as planned;

she wants to be with someone else;

they gave the role to someone far less qualified.

well, guess what?

too bad.

 

Life’s not fair

& the sooner you realize that,

the better off you’ll be.

Sun

Sun is up and I am not soon to be up with it
as much as I welcome its arrival, indeed, herald it.
I look out the window, amazed at my amazement.

Between two and five, the danger hours, naps offered
an illusory sense of rest; getting off the sofa
to turn off my alarm only intensified my sense of isolation.

Ron having gone to bed hours ago, is already up. I laughed
to myself to hear his rustling, and smiled to see his face.
Creature of habit, he’s never used any alarm but his own body.

I had already filled the coffeemaker’s vessel and while Ron
washes his face, I scoop coffee into the basket; ironic I won’t
be staying up long enough to share a, well, more than a half-cup.

Ron’s making me breakfast, which he’ll place in the microwave for later.
I smell the coffee, still listening to Dylan, and look forward
to visiting our windowless bedroom where forbidden is the sun.

Red Umbrella

I can always find you
By your red umbrella
That you like to carry
On very grim days
Because you say
It makes things a little brighter
And in the midst of a downpour
You make me smile

Final poem

If you’re not eating super fudge brownie ice cream at 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday..are you even living life? Seriously though I feel so free after being able to complete something so difficult. Isn’t that what life’s really about? Doing what you love. I could be sleeping sound..but here I am.. looking for a poem in everything.

Sleep

Sleep

Is what

My body

And my mind need

Tomorrow has come

Yesterday I was up

Just before the sun

The Marathon

Had yet to

Begin

Sleep

Sand Bar Image

Take me down a sandbar

Let me drive on the side

of this deserted road

No one I can see anywhere

I am out here all alone

In this flooded out picture

Just the trees and me

in a red pick up truck

Now It does not want to go.

Oh no