The Poetry Marathon

Zephyr

A warm summer day
Air dancing across my skin
Comforting, peaceful

2023 Full Marathon: Hour 23

We make time for the people and things we value

we leave space for growth and potential and even

opportunity based on the things we want in life.

Anyone who can keep you softly laughing – no matter

what the day throws at you is worth the effort it

takes to keep them around. You don’t have to learn

this one too late – enough people have already lived

and shared their stories to prevent it. Trust me,

I believe in you and the magic of genuine joy.

 

-M. Rene’

The Philosophy Within a YouTube Feed

Hour Twenty-One (Digitally Found Poetry)

One look and you’re mine
a cluster of one
building chemistry
with dark intentions-
lucid dreaming
a spiritual spy
watching to see if
words alleviate the affliction.
One must never give up
and trust God’s timing-
know one’s value
and continue to fight
the tooth and nail
and learn to fly-
to spread one’s feathered tapestries
around the wind
and soar to the heavens.
Let loose the spirit from the cage
restricting the aptitude to move forward
with razor sharp intuition and sagacity.

Time is at a loss for words
with the prolapse of constipated
emotion spilling out from the
engorged marrow of self-preservation.
Snapshots of love encased within
a shadowbox of commemoration
collecting dust in the quiet spaces
in the snowstorms of winter’s chill.
Deceit returns from it’s journey to
the endless river of empty ambition
void of substance, depth, and
the thrill of life that love gifts.

How can it be
that the phoenix arises
within the cinder from the crossfire
of a war waged against
growth-a shameful mire
extricating the remnants
of self from the miles of green
lining the countryside
as it is burned into carbon.
The delicate sound of thunder
erupts behind the eyes
saturating the particles
that remain of the struggle
to which the result is resiliency.

The real meaning of the cross
is that we bear the labor
and exert oneself to overcome
with an elegant poetic dignity-
for it is within the struggles of
temptation and hardship that
we become grateful for the puissance-
and gladly emulate the one
whose aptitude in depth
and graceful service
sacrificed His mortality
for the sake of those of us
who choose to dwell with the living.

Hour 23 – an affair with glitter

Throw a fistful of glitter in the air

wait, don’t, THE PLASTICS. I swear

everything will be ruined by this affair

 

The micros work their way in

even with my reusable straw and

all consumption a mortal sin

it’s hard not to despair

 

Don’t be the noun, do the verb

pretending this is a pattern i can curb

would simply leave me disturbed

I’ll do more when I can because I care

 

the standards i hold myself to

higher than i hold anyone else in my purview

now THAT’s not sustainable, start anew

throw a fistful of glitter in the air

22 The City

Waiting for the bus

Listening for the train

Waving up a yellow cab

Riding subway cars again

 

Workers downtown at NYU

Washington Square Park

Old fellas playing chess

As walking dogs just bark

 

People feeding pigeons

Corn kernels spread about

Afternoon sun moves west

Mothers give their kids a shout

 

Uptown on the Lexington line

Time to take it home

City’s not for everyone

Though magnificent to some

Bee

Hour 23 – The Crew

The Crew

 

Every crew member has a role

Each serving as an integral part of a whole.

In order to work towards a common goal,

Everyone should be on a roll. 

Night

In her dark cloak
she takes refuge,
in the glow of the moon,
she shines,
her dilated pupils focus
on the nocturnal beasts,
thirsty they come out to quench
their thirst of hunger.
She escapes the sun and day,
both dry her glow and delicate skin,
but the moon rejuvenates her
tissues making her
immortality eternal.

Dear sleep4am

Dear sleep;

Stop singing your sweet
lullabies, Your siren song
of slumber
It’s not time just yet

I see you there- with
your fluffy pillows and
your comfy, warm
extra big blankets

Come to me, come to me
you need your rest and I
grow lonely for your company

I know you do sleep, but my
job is not yet done-
I have more things to write before
I crawl to you and submit you your
bidding

Sleep, you’re a patient mistress
willing to wait for how long it takes
me to get back to you
Just wait please-
it will be soon, i promise and then
we will soar together

you will envelop me in your warm
cocoon of safety-
and there i will remain until I’ve
rested enough
Wait for me.

Love, Me

Prompt 23

I wonder if there is a world without pain