Take control of your Joy Let no one destroy it Inner peace is the key Hold on tight and don’t quit jj2017
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Three: Eternity now
I’m not sure how I feel about eternity now As an escape, it’s flawed because you can never come back As a feeling, it’s frustrating because sometimes you just want to get on with it And what sort of eternity are we talking about? Is…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Two: The morning air is cool to the touch
At 150,000 miles the sun appeared a reddish dot against an indistinct grey sky its color a clever cover for the furnace within Bleary-eyed and a bit numb I drift through my morning routine thinking of as little as possible because I know what happens…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour One: The hot, hazy days of summer? Or a test run in disguise…
Smoke fans out from the fire travelling hundreds of miles in search of its own demise But it cannot escape the heat however far it flees from the flames the sun will still have its way Clouds provide no relief it has been 49 days…
(Hour 24) 21.30pm-22.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “something others aren’t doing”
the little bird : is making me : weep : as she always does : thinking of : what i’ve lost : & may never have
(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “place”
the swing somewhere near my childhood a swing hangs from the branch of an old tree which leans over the edge of a cliff often filled with mist an ancient house hides nearby only a few family members know of this tree’s odd power to…
(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. PROMPT, genre: “letter / start with dear”
times like these dear M——— at times like these : my thoughts turn : once again would i have been happier : if i remained here : if i never met : never loved : never lost : you : if i stayed : where…
(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. PROMPT, genre: “ekphrasis”
fable of a fairy tale One of Aesop’s foxes ; Ted, Goldilocks’ Papa Bear ; & Little Red stirring it through Soviet 60’s suburbia in the strident bright sunshine. Cinderella has run away to the city (again) & they want to bring her home (again)…
(Hour 17) 14.30pm-15.30pm. PROMPT, theme: “first broken heart”
maxwell only together a few weeks found fluffball treeblown stormshaken unable to fly fed you mince so you grew cheeky & raucous clutched my finger sat on my shoulder beaktangled my hair till the devastating day i didn’t shut …
(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. PROMPT, genre: “nature poem, with a twist”
This is the first few lines of a famous nature poem, put through the ring cycle of Google Translate (English to Esperanto to Bulgarian to Spanish to Arabic to Urdu to Afrikaans to German to Zulu to Yiddish back to a sort of English to…