Cinquain – Carry On
throughout your life;
but do not take in hand
that which can be carried better
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.
Senryu – Heavy
Your burden; heavy
but soon you will come to rest,
then start anew.2021©DSCoremans
The prompt for this hour, to write an Ode, was the first to leave me trepidatious. This is a poetic form I have dabbled with, but generally steered away from.
Odes seem to be such a serious affair and my writing can already feel a tad bleak. I didn’t love my Ode to begin with, but already it is growing on me. It is deeper than it appears at first, and though the final stanza is a little jarring, it interesting to see how references to lockdown life (20 months of unbroken shielding and counting) have come out in today’s poems.
Again I find myself writing about endurance; even the poems I am writing are pushing me on toward that ever nearing finishing line!
Sonnet – Ode to My Schoolbag
Can I sanctify my stalwart satchel
which carries everything other than me;
which takes me and mine where I need to be,
a reliable, rugged wee rascal.
The colour of sand (my last one pastel,)
still carries sand from a trip to the sea.
Ink stained and dirty it’s always for me,
I use it each day unless or until
it lies forgotten while I wait inside.
Where from a virus I’m trying to hide;
though it does not understand our slow life.
It takes life’s new pace within it’s own stride,
of its endurance I feel a deep pride
for it has never once complained of strife.
To see the prompts and the poems written during this hour join the Quarter Crazy group page on Facebook.
Fib – Loss
more than memory,
but all is lost eventually.2021©DSCoremans
Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.
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