Quarter Crazy Poetry Marathon September 2021 – Hour 4

Cinquain – Rejoice


not for worry,

set your reason aside

to rest, until the Fall has come



Today is the third Quarter Crazy Marathon of 2021.

The Quarter Crazy is a twelve hour writing event where writers from all around the world write one poem per hour using a prompt uploaded hourly to the Quarter Crazy Facebook group as inspiration for their poems. The event is more than just a writing experience, yes at the end of the day participating poets will have twelve brand new poems to take pride in; but for many of us, taking part is an opportunity to network with a number of like-minded individuals. By reading, writing and commenting on the other poets work during and after the marathon we as poets grow and learn from one another as much as we do from our own writing. Writing is not a right for only the elite few deemed successful by society and sales figures; writing is a intrinsically, profound experience that all of us should embrace and events like the Quarter Crazy remind us that we are all together in this world and that the only barriers that we face in life are those that we hold within ourselves. Join the Quarter Crazy group and the Quarter Crazy Marathon public page on Facebook to stay up to date with the events that run quarterly throughout the year. Join us for the last Marathon of the year later in the year, read and comment on today’s poems if you join the group to show the brave participants who have shared their work that you have enjoyed their writing and help them celebrate the achievement of taking part in this amazing creative event.

Haiku – The Cycle

Green, orange, yellow,

brown; then disintegration,

the leaves feed the trees.


Hour 4

Poetry about nature is tricky to get right. Too often I cannot separate the personified voice of humanity from the resolute voice of nature.

I often feel like humanity for it’s beauty is but a facsimile of nature, which creates beauty without trying.

A part of the marathon I enjoy is seeing poetry evolve as a collection and in this spontaneous, rushed event the words which grow like and leaves are less forced, more natural.

Transcribed whispers of the Divines.

Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

Villanelle – Season’s End

Summer ended and the rains came back;
the humid heat which hung heavy now broken,
the air still warm, but the wind will attack.

Earlier each night the sky fades to black,
wearing each star like a well-earned token;
Summer has ended and the rains have come back.

Fallen like the leaves which the trees now lack;
the wind rustles through like quiet words spoken,
to the air, still warm, but the winds will attack.

Only those unprepared will find they lack,
for early from their dreams they are awoken;
Summer ended and the rains came back.

We are not lost, we are right on track;
no love lost, no vow unbroken
in the air, still warm, but the wind will attack.

We will spend the Winter in a shadowy shack,
but for now, in the Fall, our vow is unspoken.
Summer has ended and the rains have come back;
the air is still warm, but the wind will attack.




Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash

To see the prompts and the poems written during this hour join the Quarter Crazy group page on Facebook.

Haiku – Summer

I have forgotten

more than I remember now;

like Summer, now past.


Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.

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