Yesterday, I participated in my first poetry marathon. Well, technically the half marathon. Twelve new poems in twelve hours. This morning, I’m very tired. The whole exercise was deceptively difficult—not that I thought it would be so easy, but when I sit down with my big sketchbook to write, I often will write three or [...]
Twelfth poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem using at least five of the following words: moon, lake, glory, jeep, breastbone, spare, canopy, panic. This means I am officially done with the half marathon. Depending on how I feel after I come back from tonight’s reading, I may try to add a [...]
Eleventh poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem from the point of view of someone without a home. Where is there left to go when you’re neither neither nor nor? When you’re not allowed a name only a label? When you’re defined by what you (don’t) have instead of who you [...]
Tenth poem of the day. I went with a found/blackout poem approach, then added my own twist at the end. It is often said that this is the former summarizing the latter In the former situation, I tend to judge the relationship right down to natural instinct To the extent the end of the story came into [...]
Ninth poem of the day. Got myself stuck—until I decided to write a haiku, which forced me to focus. I have succeeded in changing my thoughts, but not in changing my mind. (13 August 2016) The original post is here: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/hour-nine-the-real-problem-as-i-see-it/ Don’t forget to check out the other poems!
Eighth poem of the day. The prompt for the hour was to write a pantoum… I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake because my mind refuses to relax taking my body along for the ride long after I have closed my eyes Because my mind refuses to relax I toss and turn and worry [...]
Seventh poem of the day. A sign of hope for a fresh start An indication of just how far I’ve fallen A little suggestion intended to be helpful The bottom of the barrel well and truly scraped A sidewalk discovery outside the café A small investment in an uncertain future A reminder that I need more [...]
I am officially participating in this year’s Poetry Marathon—along with over 500 other folks, apparently. Participants sign up to write one new poem every hour, which they then post to the site. Because I value my sleep (and because there is an open-mic I want to go to that evening), I am opting for the half-marathon—which means I [...]