The Poetry Marathon

Two Nonets: Explaining Death to a Six-Year-Old

My grandson makes the preacher nervous
asking way too many questions.
The preacher makes me nervous.
Why would Joe say he wants
to go to heaven
to see his dad?
Who planted
that seed?
Heart

breaking I say, if there’s a heaven,
your dad will wait and watch you grow.
Even though he didn’t, he
wants you to grow old. You’re
his eternity,
what’s left of him
here on
earth.

This piece is unfinished. I believe this topic would work best as a Zuihitsu. I need to do some research about the form before I revise.

12. A Sonnet: Poetic Remembrance

I read a meme, recently,

like this it read,

” If a poet mentions you in a poem, you receive immortality ”

The poem are never forgotten and hence you are never dead!

 

All through the years of my writing,

when you are mentioned in passing or in person,

not only in my poems are you living,

also deep in my heart you reside, it’s certain.

 

The ink on a page is indelible and cannot be erased,

burnt to the skin, like a tattoo branded.

Permanently in my poems you are placed

printed in books and anthologies, never to be eroded.

 

In my poems, you will live forever,

poetic remembrance to treasure!

 

 

 

 

Ghosted -A Nonet (Hour 12-HALFWAY POINT)

Ghosted -A Nonet

By: LuvMiFreely

(Hour 12-HALFWAY POINT)

Your love used to send me to the moon 

Even though the trip was rocky 

I told myself you’d be there 

Waiting to give me love

But you disappeared 

Left me alone 

Ghosted me 

You lied 

Why?

“Time for Bed!”

“Time for Bed!”

Goodnight my baby

Sweet dreams honey

Don’t let the bedbugs bite.

Close your eyes and go to sleep

We’ll need our rest for tomorrow’s festivities.

 

I know you don’t want to

And I love when you’re with me

But everyone needs their rest, you especially.

Mum’s going to bed, too, shortly.

Please go to sleep.

 

No, please don’t raise your voice at me

Please don’t hit or smack or bite

Throw things or kick me.

I’m not trying to be your enemy.

You’re just sleep cranky.

 

I was your age once.

I remember I didn’t like bedtime either.

But it’s late dear

You need your sleep

So let’s get into bed.

 

We’ll turn on your nightlights

Get snuggled in real tight

We’ll sing your favourite lullaby as you close your eyes.

Ah, a sigh of relief as you drift off to sleep.

Slip out the room, quiet as a mouse.

 

Goodnight, my love. ❤️

January 6 Was Hell for Me Too [prompt hour 12]

copious fluid gums up both lungs

that’s what I was told by nurse

go home, nothing to be done

you have covid pneumonia 

no big deal, really

what doesn’t kill

but it could

nevermind

bye

Hour 12 – Beneath

Beneath

 

Upon the endless careening of

thoughts whirlpooling into my bed,

finding a drain at the center of

the sheets and pouring into the

floorboards that buckle under this weight.

Tell me where your thoughts go at night

if not beneath the bed beside my

monsters hiding from the darkness.

 

Road Trip

Up before the sun
Car filled to the brim
with elbows & knees touching
Heads bobbing in sleep
Drool soaking shoulders and
Feet stepping on bags stuffed
In every open space
Are we there yet
Not quite but soon

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Hour 12: Fly high

People gathers in his green backyard
They are mourning, hugging each other
Some people are crying loud
Some just contemplating
Why is this occurring
He makes a speech
His beloved dogs
Has died
Loved

Hour 9: Common Saying

It’s always darkest before the dawn

When the stars have all burned out

The moon has sunk low and sun has stubbornly refused to rise

The world is blanketed in the blackest of blacks

And everything is still

Voices are silenced

Breath is held

The world waits

Waits to see if the promise of dawn will be fulfilled

And for one excruciating moment

It seems that it never will

Then a faint glow appears on the horizon

And the shadows slowly recede

The dawn breaks

The world breathes

And life goes on