For the second year in a row we are offering word and image prompts. The first prompt every hour will be text based (with occasional variations), and the second, if you scroll down, will be image based. You can choose either prompt or not use prompts at all (or only sporadically). All images are either taken from unsplash, or contributed by a poetry marathoner with credit.
Text Prompt
Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc.
Image Prompt
Photo by Valentin Salja on Unsplash
Watery Dream
I dreamt of water . . . again.
I dreamt of her . . . again.
It was flowing over my feet.
Hello Mom!
Come save me!
Before it rises above my head.
It never did.
It only rose knee high.
It was smooth . . .
gentle . . .
warm . . .
. . . it was her.
I could still walk through.
But where do I go?
I’d rather drown in her warmth.
Be enveloped in it.
Float on it . . .
Be in it . . .
Then to be without it.
Mom come back, please.
A strong poem! Just in case, I want to be clear that poems should be posted on your own page/blog. They can also be listed here, but you’re going to get a lot more comments in the long run/counted as a winner if you post all the poems on your poetry marathon blog.
I like these melancholy images throughout your writing. Thank you for sharing!
Blessings to you.
Doesn’t it remember you?
The last time it tapped your crown
The first time it rinsed you down
From your birth stool
Why doesn’t it remember you?
The last time you sat for hours
Muddied like it had been your first shower in months
How did it get this cold?
The first time was accompanied by three spirits
The father, his Son and his Holy Spirit
It’s the first time you can’t hear it
The crowd cheering you on
Why doesn’t it heal you anymore?
The faucet might as well be gone
Caked on dirt has set and won
There’s no oxygen for the voice to flow
When water can’t remember no more
Thank you for sharing. This is a strong and lingering piece. Just in case, I want to be clear that all poems should be posted on your own page/blog. They can also be posted here, but you’re going to get a lot more comments in the long run/counted as a winner if you post all the poems on your poetry marathon blog.
How do I post on my blog/page?
In the Rain
I’d let it stream down me,
I’d let it have its free course,
Sedate my pains,
Douse my hurts,
Ease my heaviness,
I’ll let my tears have their free course,
She needs not to see this,
I haven’t worn my heart on my sleeves,
I have concealed my trying moments,
I’ll bask in your healing flow,
I’ll flow in your rhythm.
Come Follow
follow the river
come listen to our song
forget the salted voices
of deep water
come listen to our song
we thrive in high places
not in deep water
will you find us
we thrive in high places
where snow melt becomes song
here you will find us
with voices attuned to you
where snow melt becomes song
we will claim you
with voices attuned to you
here in cold ice clutches
we will claim you
forget the salted voices
here in cold ice clutches
follow the river
Oceans Apart
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