Three
VCS
The hour has come
When it is darkest
And eyelids close
and all grows weary
Each hour is exponential to the last
only two more to go
one, two, three
Three in the morning
and three poems in a row
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Three
VCS
The hour has come
When it is darkest
And eyelids close
and all grows weary
Each hour is exponential to the last
only two more to go
one, two, three
Three in the morning
and three poems in a row
Great description of the last hours of the Poetry Marathon. I liked i!
Thank you! I completely checked out after the marathon for various reason lol!
Wow! Did I perfectly feel what you are describing in your well-placed words? After 3:00 in the morning, the mind goes exponentially numb.
Hopefully this will work out well for me this year as well 🙂