Senryu – Forget
Nothing forgotten;
neural pathways may have closed,
a tiger opens.
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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.
Triolet – Imagine
In youth we did not need
to contain imagination
on paper for all to read.
In youth we did not need
someone else to plant the seed
we used our joy and our frustrations.
In youth we did not need
to contain imagination.
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Hour 11
Closing in on the end; and this prompt encouraged us to look back as a means of looking forward. A time to reflect by considering an old toy.
Thinking of old toys was a interesting way to think about inspiration which led me to thinking about the way imaginative play in particular is like an innate capacity children have to tell stories to themselves first and foremost and as they develop socially with others too.
When does play turn into work? Why did we ever stop playing?
Sonnet – Old Toys
For toys, I did not have many options;
in the eighties, ‘hypoallergenic’
was as yet a coming epidemic
but asthmatic me could bear no toxins.
so, my favourite toy was a plastic mouse,
whose nose was chewed off by my twin brother;
late enough, we could not get another,
but I know he is somewhere, here, in this house.
If found, I would put Mickey on display,
and remember the journeys which we shared
or all of the times in which we would play.
He was a toy for which I truly cared.
That inspiration has long lingered on;
imaginative play made my mind strong.
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To see the prompts and the poems written during this hour join the Quarter Crazy group page on Facebook.
Cinquain – Forget
Forget;
not with intent,
you cannot try to lose
without you further deepening
your mind.
2021©DSCoremans
Happy Writing. Stay Safe. Stay Distracted.
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