A Quarter Crazy! (Hours 1 – 3)

Today I am taking part in my second poetry marathon of the year. The first was a 24 hour event which I thankfully managed to complete and led me to finding another to take part in, much like a runner the buzz left me wanting more.

Much like the earlier event this year poets from all over the world have been writing since 2pm (BST) posting one newly written poem per hour.

Already the first three hours have flown by as each hour has passed I have celebrated having another poem written by sharing it within the Quarter Crazy Facebook page. I’ve even had the time to read a few of the other poems written each hour, and once again I am struck by the notion that I am truly blessed and lucky to be part of such an amazing community of creative individuals.

I look forward to the next nine hours of writing; and for now am sharing the poems as I write them.

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Hour 1

Sonnet – All I Know
2020©DSCoremans

I have learned my lesson; my chance to grow
slower than the rest, but just as steady
if I can wait until I am ready.
It does not matter if my fate comes slow

my vessel is my own; I move when I row
against the current and water’s eddies
braced like a child against an old teddy.
Until my arrival I cannot show

any sign of weakness which might slow me;
either repressed or completely ignored
until big enough to overthrow me
and my destruction feels all but assured.

My certainty is clear like falling snow;
my lesson learned and that is all I know.

2020©DSCoremans

Poem 1 of 12, written for the 12hr Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon
Written during hour 1 of 12 on Saturday, 15th August 2020: 14:00 – 15:00

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Hour 2

Sonnet – Silence
2020©DSCoremans

I stand within a moment of silence.
Either the calm before the coming storm
or a hurricane’s eye brought violence;
as all around us the cold turns to warm.

The past as distant as any future;
blind to the present, you refuse to live.
Your effort holds together; a suture
you repair, something you can never give.

Lost but not forgotten; broken, rotten,
as still as you may be, you must go on.
No protection when you’re wrapped in cotton
because what you are made of is as strong

Sow your seeds, spread your roots within the ground
Time will return to you when it comes around.

2020©DSCoremans

Poem 2 of 12, written for the 12hr Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon
Written during hour 2 of 12 on Saturday, 15th August 2020: 15:00 – 16:00

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Hour 3

Villanelle – The Road I Run
2020©DSCoremans

I run on a road which never ends;
I have been running along it forever.
I remember all of the corners and bends,

which now hide my family and friends;
but my ties to them cannot sever.
I run on a road which never ends;

I follow the road in the direction it sends.
I tire; knowing rest will come…never.
I remember all of the corners and bends;

I beg, I borrow, but I rarely lend
my attention to the coming weather.
I remember all of the corners and bends;

the time I take, is time I’ll never spend
outdoors in the sun, skin turned to leather.
I run on a road which never ends;
I remember all of the corners and bends.

2020©DSCoremans

Poem 3 of 12, written for the 12hr Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon
Written during hour 3 of 12 on Saturday, 15th August 2020: 16:00 – 17:00

Picture Used Taken: Florida, USA (September, 2008) ©DSCoremans

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