Sleep is elusive, and will probably
\nstrike when least expected – or welcome.
\nIt’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight.
\nThe red tint still touches the sky.<\/p>\n
Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off.
\nSore arms already, how will I keep this up?
\nDrinking water by the litre, still dry and queazy.
\nBodily needs clamour;\u00a0an aesthete I am not.<\/p>\n
There should have been a f\u00eate\u00a0today,
\nbut no-one came, rain prevented play.<\/p>\n
The timer ticks at double speed,
\nmultiplying the seconds.
\nSo much poetry has me
\nThinking in\u00a0rhythm.<\/p>\n
Hope this is coming out OK,
\nI’m not looking at the screen.<\/p>\n
Touch tells me when\u00a0fingers are correctly positioned.
\nIndex fingers swirl in little circles, seeking confirmation,
\nassurance that my words will be readable.<\/p>\n
Typos slink in, like neighbours’ cats,
\nmaking themselves at home,
\nscratching at my\u00a0spelling,
\nshedding on my prosody.<\/p>\n
Eyes averted, typing blind.
\nEngrossed in the view from my window.
\nNight sky so clear, curtains must be
\nopen,\u00a0and the lights low.<\/p>\n
Prompt: Free-write
\nForm: Free-form<\/p>\n
The edit consisted mostly of deleting excess words, trimming phrases and placing the line-breaks. An interesting exercise, and an indication of how nine hours of poetry has affected my thinking<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sleep is elusive, and will probably strike when least expected – or welcome. It’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight. The red tint still touches the sky. Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off. Sore arms already, how will I keep this up?…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":316,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[726,156,728,725,727],"class_list":["post-10001","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-freeform","tag-hour-9","tag-meta","tag-ninth-hour","tag-stream-of-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10001","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/316"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10001"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10001\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10247,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10001\/revisions\/10247"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}