A Quarter Crazy! (Hours 7 – 9)

I am now officially 3/4 of the way through today’s Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon.

I lost almost all of hour seven to my brother’s bedtime routine. The prompt for hour 7 was especially interesting and the poem that this resulted is one that feels both powerful and disjointed. Catching up was a lot of fun though and a haiku prompt for hour 10 gave me enough time to post an update here as well.

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Hour 7

Free Verse – Hurry Your Outrage
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Hurry, if only to move on.
Hurry to improve your outlook.
Hurry, onwards at all times.
Hurry because time is running out.
Hurry; your order will come.
Hurry and give no thought to outlook.
Hurry or you will overthink.
Hurry, but do not over-react.
Hurry; your path ahead lies open.
Hurry for all is ongoing.

Hate fills me with outrage.
Hopeless rhetoric fills me with outrage.
Hangovers fill me with outrage.
Hate-mongers fill me with outrage.
Haste is a pathway to outrage.
Harder still to outrun your own outrage.
Hanging over your head is outrage.
Holding you within its grip. Outrage.
The feelings hang and never quit. Outrage!
Until you choose to quit your outrage.

2020©DSCoremans

Poem 7 of 12, written for the 12hr Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon
Written during hour 7 of 12 on Saturday, 15th August 2020: 20:00 – 21:00

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Hour 8

Free Verse – Not A Sonnet About Nature
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For the defence of countryside and castles,
I can of course see their allure.
Drawing with no divide of rich or poor
when exploring lush life or wreck and ruin.

There is little more I love than sunshine
streaming by a river on it’s delicate decent
down a mountain, as I sit still beside.
For me sharing this with someone I love is joy.

Yet now we decend like falling leaves
in summertime, bleak signs of hard winter
winds which pick up rubbish and decay;
because one man’s trash is nature’s poison

and no-one is left to protect nature
without risking themselves to danger.

2020©DSCoremans

This poem required the use of the eighth sentence, of the fifteenth chapter of a book as the first line of a poem. I had someone pick a book at random.

Dante – ‘The Divine Comedy – Inferno’
Inferno XV, Line 8: “For the defence of countryside and castles,”

Poem 8 of 12, written for the 12hr Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon
Written during hour 8 of 12 on Saturday, 15th August 2020: 21:00 – 22:00

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Hour 9

Haiku – Prompts
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Pictures, words, music
inspiration held within
waiting to be found.

2020©DSCoremans

Poem 9 of 12, written for the 12hr Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon
Written during hour 9 of 12 on Saturday, 15th August 2020: 22:00 – 23:00

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

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