Success! This is my twelfth poem of the day, meaning I have finished the half-marathon. I think a nap is in order… Continue reading
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eleven: Empty
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Ten: Red
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Nine: Apologies to the spider I flushed down the toilet in a wadded-up tissue
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eight: A treatise on shame (facsimile)
The prompt was to take a line from a poem and use it to write a golden shove. The line I used as my inspiration comes from Milan Kundera’s novel Immortality:
‘Shame means that we resist what we desire, and feel ashamed that we desire what we resist.’ (p. 330 of the 1991 Faber and Faber paperback edition)
Eighth poem of the day. Continue reading
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Seven: War (and hide)
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Six: Amber afternoon
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Five: Zesto’s
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Four: Close your eyes
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2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Three: Eternity now
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