{"id":87156,"date":"2021-06-25T21:23:39","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T01:23:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=87156"},"modified":"2021-06-25T21:23:39","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T01:23:39","slug":"pre-marathon-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/pre-marathon-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Pre-Marathon Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Fabrication<\/p>\n<p>Construction begins tomorrow<br \/>\nat 9am sharp, not weather dependent,<br \/>\nnot whether I\u2019m ready or not, not<br \/>\na question of it not happening,<br \/>\nGod willing.<\/p>\n<p>Before 9am, I will say my rosary<br \/>\nand my daily prayers, shower,<br \/>\nslather in some mega-moisture<br \/>\nconditioner and leave it in; I will<br \/>\nnot be going anywhere tomorrow.<br \/>\nI will pick a pretty bathing suit and<br \/>\nthat will be my construction outfit<br \/>\nfor the day; I will not be swimming,<br \/>\ncleaning, doing laundry or cooking,<br \/>\nI won\u2019t even be digging in the garden.<\/p>\n<p>I will be excavating the ponderous pile<br \/>\nof pending poems that are strewn<br \/>\nin random order in my head. My muse,<br \/>\nHarry, and I will sort and write, edit and<br \/>\npolish, one poem an hour for 24 hours.<br \/>\nAs a team, we will tap into lines jotted<br \/>\non scraps of paper, old envelopes, and<br \/>\nlining journals that line every bookshelf,<br \/>\nprompts hanging from curtain rods, hiding<br \/>\nin dust bunny fashion, and those right<br \/>\nbefore my eyes. The Poetry Marathon<br \/>\nwelcomes us in unabashed embrace<br \/>\nand we can hardly wait.<\/p>\n<p>There will not be enough time in one day<br \/>\nfor us to deconstruct my writhing darlings,<br \/>\nto undam all those recalcitrant snippets<br \/>\nthat litter the byways of my brain canals<br \/>\nbut we will pickaxe them like rich veins<br \/>\nof pure gold, mine them into versed lines,<br \/>\ntitled, kissed, and cataloged, and then<br \/>\nmove on to the next and the next<br \/>\nuntil two dozen fledglings breathe.<\/p>\n<p>9am Saturday sleepless through 9am<br \/>\nSunday. A few miles on the exercise bike,<br \/>\nberries in blue, black, and red to snack on,<br \/>\nand the holy grail of decadent rewards \u2013<br \/>\none piece of dark chocolate for every poem<br \/>\nbirthed, scrubbed, and baptized. I hid the bag,<br \/>\nwill abracadabra it to my desk in the morning,<br \/>\nalong with hot caffeine until noon, then cold,<br \/>\nthen maybe a splash of gin that goes so well<br \/>\nwith Dove chocolates, and those inspirations<br \/>\ninside the foil wrappers will become magical<br \/>\npoems when the sky is sparkled with stars<br \/>\nand my Harry is napping.<\/p>\n<p>A day away, construction begins tomorrow,<br \/>\na tool belt full of metaphors, no hard hat,<br \/>\nno work boots \u2013 I\u2019ll be barefoot; no way<br \/>\nI\u2019m going to miss this distraction-empty time<br \/>\nwriting writing writing. Join me if you dare.<\/p>\n<p>~ J R Turek<br \/>\nJune 25, 2021<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fabrication Construction begins tomorrow at 9am sharp, not weather dependent, not whether I\u2019m ready or not, not a question of it not happening, God willing. Before 9am, I will say my rosary and my daily prayers, shower, slather in some mega-moisture conditioner and leave it&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-87156","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87156","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\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=87156"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87156\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":87160,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87156\/revisions\/87160"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=87156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=87156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=87156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}