The Poetry Marathon

24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 20: A Tribute to Muldrew Lake “The Polygons of Night or A Man Sitting on a Dock at Midnight”

Hour 20

Dark yet gorgeous

Just as my love for her

4:something am

 

Poet

 

With ink and pen, the poet writes,
Words that soar and take new heights,
Lines that touch the hearts of all,
And lift us when we feel small.

The power of the poet is great,
Their words can heal or seal our fate,
In times of joy or deepest strife,
Their verses can bring hope to life.

They paint with words, a masterpiece,
Of love, of loss, of war, of peace,
They bring to life, a world unknown,
And make it ours, our very own.

The poet’s words can change a mind,
And make the deaf and blind, rewind,
Their message is clear, their voice divine,
A light that shines, a way to find.

They capture pain, they capture love,
And let us feel, the world above,
Their words ignite, a fire bright,
That burns within, both day and night.

For poets wield a power strong,
Their words can right a world gone wrong,
And when we read, we feel their might,
A force that guides us to the light.

So let us cherish, the poets’ voices,
And in their words, we’ll all rejoice,
For they have the power, to change our fate,
And make our world a better place.

4 AM – Weeds

I just want to grow and be able to live,

but I’m pretty sure I’m just a weed that can’t be killed–

some sort of invasive species.

Prompt for Hour Twenty

Text Prompt:

Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week.

Image Prompt:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Robbin Grimm

More Winging It

Time again to just go flow

I’ve gotten awful tired and

my eyes burn. Yes, I suffer

with chronic dry eyes. My

eyes burn so bad they can’t

even cry. I have eye drops

upstairs but I don’t feel like

climbing them just yet.

after this here I’ll close

my eyes and let them rest

for a while.

I thank you for reading about

my ailment. It’s time to check

out until the next one.

 

Sunshine (Poem 19)

 

Sunshine in summer

Dry day

Humid weather

 

Sunshine in winter

Pleasant day

Respite from the cold

 

Sunshine in autumn

Matches the foliage

Eye candy for the soul

 

Sunshine in spring

Neither good nor bad

Better than one, bearable to step out

 

 

 

 

 

In response to image prompt number 19

17. Kaleidoscope

Cacophony of color

A kinetic patterned quilt

Spectral mystery

Hour 17 image prompt late (17?) – flamingo

I forgot to summon

Words for sweet pink demons

Who light on feathered wings

And stare with devil’s mischief

Shrimp demons of swamp and sand

Flamingo queen of evil

Bright pink and brilliant eyes

Colored like a flower

In devious disguise