Music Lost from Keys

Strange that green growth survives,
though a dry yellowish look it gives,
music lost from keys white and black
seems to ring with the unseen breeze
where have all the senses gone?
where have all the flowers gone?
where have all musicians gone?
Gone with poverty, everyone?
Gone with greed, everyone one?
But no, there is hope,even with one
broken and silent ,
mind is alive
spirit is not dead
celestial sympnonies are in the air.

Hour Three – Image- Life is a Colorful Gift

Life is a gift
to be alive is a blessing
no matter what color or colors
you may be blessed with-
white black brown yellow or pink
let us think! Let us think !
Let us all be together like the foliage
on the lone tree, one trunk,one rooted place
all to breath the same air,
all to move in the same space.
All in harmony
All in acceptance.

Prompt Hour Two – Line from Robert Frost’s poem -Woods are lovely dark and deep

The woods are lovely dark and deep
Line from the poem By Robert Frost

Life is a journey not a destination
all have miles to travel ,miles to go
choices of which road to take, often
trouble and perplex the mental station-

the woods are lovely, mysterious and free
so much hidden so much to seek and see,
a haven for some , a home for many, many.
elves to play and witches to prey and peep.

still the woods are lovely with treasures replete
princes ride with swords, cut out their track
through dangerous darkness ,love leads their way
bravely they dash to awaken the treasure treat.

The woods are lovely dark and deep.

Prompt -Hour One -Water- Secret of the two Seas.

O’ Poseidon bestowed with the power unique
tell us the secret of the two seas that do not meet
yet flow with different colors, wave by wave, move
by move, side by side, a perfect acceptance of diversity,

Poseidon speaks, ‘Man is nothing without the Gods’
oceans or skies the sole power is with the Creator
who loves clear open hearts, He blocks nothing nor
builds walls, see my home has no doors nor windows’

All are free to enter, float, sail, swim dive or dig
I am full of food, fish, color, charms and treasures
but many living beings are careless, inconsiderate
they throw harmful waste trash plastic on and in me.

Water will not become less but will be a source of
trouble for human beings themselves, the dead will
float the dying will cry and curse, the thought makes
me shudder, storms surge, waves rise to great heights,

Water is hurt, it is red now with blood and scales
breathing is difficult, inhale a struggle, exhale an
ordeal, oil blocks unmarked uncharted paths
Oceanides no longer accept offerings from fans.

Home state worries Oceanus, growing more old
countless pennies coins of gold, are useless down
on the sea bed, worthless is such a treasure which
sinks and loses its values, shine and becomes cold.

A revenge rises a tsunami results, as the grand
bowl shakes jolts jumps and throws up-
beware O People …I envision a huge surge…
sing not any songs nor lie naked on the beach

Pray pray pray peace, repentance forgiveness seek

DS Coremans ‘The Poetry Marathon 2022’ Summary

The Poetry Marathon 2022 Summary Post

DS Coremans


Hello fellow writers and poets,

Thank you kindly for all of your warm words of encouragement and feedback so far. This year was a very difficult journey through the marathon event as it was much more internal and insular than in previous years.

Not only was I against the clock throughout the event, but spent most of it proving care to my family members who I normally arrange support for while I am writing. This wasn’t possible this year, but it did not prevent my participation, although I was only able to transcribe my handwritten work after the marathon’s close which really made it feel like less of a win for me this year as networking and engaging with you all is a big part of what I come here to do each year.

I started strong, making it harder for myself than it had to be by writing five poems per hour for the first seven hours. The Gigan of hour 8 threw me and I lapsed behind for a few hours as I struggled to catch up. Midnight came and went and it wasn’t until 2am my time, or hour 12 of the event that I was fully caught up again. I wrote for two more hours, then had to go to bed for about four hours as I had to work for the last three hours of the event this year.

Never before have I written poetry in the dark in a cinema, but the marathon has a way of creating new experiences and this was certainly one of them.

I have had so much fun going through and transcribing my work to share it properly and I’m thrilled to have a fourth marathon under my belt, even if it doesn’t feel like the proper wins of the past.

Roll on The Poetry Marathon 2023 so that I can try again, but until then I leave you all with links to my responses to this years prompts.

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My thanks and eternal gratitude as always goes to Caitlin and Jacob for all they do for our creative community; and to Amanda, Renee, Ofuma, and Anjana your words of encouragement during the event made an impossible task feel doable. My friends it is always my honour to write along with you all.


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.


DS Coremans’ Prompt Responses – Hour 24

The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 24

Original Poetry by DS Coremans


Golden Shovel – Congratulations

Congratulations are in order, you have done something wonderful, congratulations
writers you are and always will be because you have proved yourselves writers
you should always be proud of yourself, no one is better than you.
have the rest that you have earned and then celebrate all that have
worked harder for this than for most other tasks and achievements which have worked
hard to ensure you were able to celebrate how hard
and persevered in all that you gave and
earned the right to brag, the right to bask and the right to believe you have earned
your reward and recognition, and the pride of your new peers, while sure of your
rest being justified and needed, but you are more deserving of this rest than any other. So rest.

Congratulations writers you have worked hard and earned your rest. Congratulations.


Additional Poems

Senryu – Love

I am full of pride
in all I have completed.
Love has seen me through.

Cinquain – Winner

Now, or again,
you have done something well;
something that should fully fill you
with pride.

Haiku – Ready

The bare tree branches
still remain ready to grow
when the Spring returns.


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.

DS Coremans’ Prompt Responses – Hour 23

The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 23

Original Poetry by DS Coremans


Verse Form (Broken) – Tender Buttons

Are there words to put you into yellow,
red, aquamarine, turquoise dream
aesthetic value corporations mellow
outright rage or passive fury scream
a little quieter please that echo in
a little glass drum is distracting
me or you, can you hear that too? Sin,
well not a saint or pontification
participation in a daily ritual never
a chore always a pleasure not like
that isn’t a star, isn’t, is, I/sever
the artery
watch it bleed

 Break the line,

                                              lose the echo

Lose the rhyme…             …               …

             …the rhyme is gone now

…lose the the the…         …      …



This poem was inspired by Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons.

Additional Poems

Cinquain – Nothing

Can you
define nothing
or the absence of real
which has been replaced by the most


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.

DS Coremans’ Prompt Responses – Hour 22

The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 22

Original Poetry by DS Coremans


Sonnet – Moments of Tenderness

Moments of tenderness echo within;
making tea when I wake in the morning,
talking from night till the sun is dawning
or, just brushing my hand against your skin.

So many moments, where do I begin
before the moments I remember
are tender hugs one after another
their echoes have become a solemn hymn.

I will hold onto my tender moments
which you left to me with such abundance
as the precious gift they always will be
until the loneliness of life relents
and I create tender moments by chance
with someone that always remembers me.


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.

DS Coremans’ Prompt Responses – Hour 21

The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 21

Original Poetry by DS Coremans


Triolet (Inverted) – Leave Your Umbrella at Home

When the rain is very heavy
using an umbrella is absolutely useless
and holding on in the rain is fruitless
when the rain is very heavy.
Just walk on with no distress
you will dry when you are ready.
When the rain is very heavy
using an umbrella is absolutely useless.


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.

DS Coremans’ Prompt Responses – Hour 20

The Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 20

Original Poetry by DS Coremans


Villanelle – My Echo Husband

Have I found the one, on whom I can depend,
whose time is worth more to me than my own?
Have I found him, have I found my echo husband?

Have I found any more than a reason to press send
or were your eyes startled by the screen which is glowing?
Have I found the one, on whom I can depend?

Have I found a person whose life I can blend
seamlessly together with my own still showing?
Have I found him, have I found my echo husband?

Have I found one without flaws or do I just pretend
that this direction I am following is the right way of going?
Have I found the one, on whom I can depend?

Have I found the night on which day can descend,
where time together has a way of slowing?
Have I found him, have I found my echo husband?

Have I at the very least found another friend?
I wish I could say yes, but there is no way of knowing.
Have I found the one, on whom I can depend;
have I found him, have I found my echo husband?


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.