The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 2

Original Poetry by DS Coremans

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Golden Shovel – Between the Memories

It is only those who can see what lies between
the memories and the fractured thoughts which haunt the
moments of creation, a vast forest made of many woods
growing together until their roots are bound and
even in the coldest Winter their bonds cannot be frozen
or consumed by the river on its way to join the lake.

It is only under the gaze of a burning Winter sun that the
dreamer will wake from nightmares or dreams which are darkest
and only ever come before the dawn and not in evening
when there is still just a little hope left from the day before, of
this you can be sure those dreams will come and come again the
certainty you seek requires a life-time commitment not just a year.

2022©DSCoremans

This poem was inspired by the lines ‘Between the woods and the frozen lake,/the darkest evening of the year.’ Borrowed from Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening’.

Additional Poems

Cinquain – Control

Between
My memories
you will find creation
All the things as I wanted them
to be.

Senryu – Wake-Up

I thrive in Winter
when the rest of the world sleeps
I can then wake up.

Triolet – Coldest Winter

The coldest Winter within the trees
still contains life tucked away,
from the dormant bears, to the dosing bees.
The coldest Winter within the trees;
where the wind would bring you to your knees,
where none but the bravest choose to stay.
The coldest Winter in the trees
still contains life tucked away.

Haiku – Evergreen

Green may be the leaf
of the tree under the snow,
not all branches bare.

2022©DSCoremans

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Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.