Hour nine poem, based on the prompt: Whatever happened to Tang? Do they still make Tang? Supposedly it was what the astronauts drank I believed it at the time and wondered if they felt cheated because they didn’t have grape Tang yet when they went to the moon I used to mix the orange and [...]
Hour eight poem, based on the prompt: When the train reaches the tunnels the sound changes the scene outside the window changes to shades of black punctuated by the occasional sign or signal Attention shifts from outside to inside I open a beer, open my journal and write down thoughts I will soon forget After [...]
Hour seven poem, based on the prompt: Light and shadow make some things I recognize and some things I don’t Some make light to blind Some make shadows to hide Some smash shadow and light together to obliterate the edges Without edges it’s harder to find all the pieces and complete the picture Welcome to [...]
Hour six poem, off-prompt: Off prompt and apropos of nothing what happened to the irresistible force and the immovable object after they met? 11:15, 25 June 2022 The original post is at https://thepoetrymarathon.com/kevinjoconner/2022-poetry-marathon-hour-6 Don’t forget to check out the other poems! Wishes sometimes have consequences is available—order now from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences [...]
Hour five poem, from the prompts: Wine glass— empty Satchel— packed Nail— hammered Space— blocked out Hardback— set aside There’s no time for reading Vines have consumed the oak and strangled its roots Now they’ve come for the castle But the fortress has emptied its occupants taken to the pavement and to the courts, if [...]
From the hour four prompts: Now music is the sound of a light breeze of dry leaves crackling as they tumble of the wood of the abandoned piano as it warps and another of its strings snaps of the whistling from the thinnest of gaps between the bones of the dead composer who slept until [...]
From the hour three photo prompt: The infrared of the painter’s brush may seem prescient but it merely reveals what we cannot see the fuchsia of summer grasses the crimson leaves of lonely trees clouds lurking in the distance waiting to rain The deluge will be our muse for a generation to come songs sung [...]
Very loosely based on the photo prompt: John Lennon said women are the other half of the sky So it must be a quirk of the weather that it is not raining today and a sign of calluses that the feet of the dark-robed minions do not bleed from dancing on the jagged edges 7:10, [...]
Hour One poems, from the prompts. [text prompt] The ocean: a mere drop of water in this chasm * * * * * * * * * * [image prompt] Fluffy discovered the Lost City of Atlantis in the snow the statue a misshapen asterisk emerging from the fog But then he heard Marcia calling [...]
Dear Saturday, The (half) marathon begins… Love, Kevin (25 June 2022)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 