The Marathon journey is in its fourth year. Just Enjoy Yourself is the current incarnation. Let’s do it!
Before I get started, I hope that all of you are well and that you stay well.
Once again the Marathon took place at home this week’s session went on over April 23 and 24, 2020. I split it in half so that I could get some other things done. And a shorter session fits my distracted mind these days. The 23rd was a nice day outside, but today, as I am writing this on the 24, it’s a cold rainy day. My backyard is blooming, though.
Most of my writing work was done for my current Large Artist Sketchbook 2020. I got a few more pages lined up with their words.
Let’s hear from the poetry, then.
Here is one for Image 22. I was influenced by the written words incorporated into the picture. The poem first and then the image follows.
no it’s over shreds of and one other thing
just more cloud like in this romantic
just saying it the piece of how it feels
dream my night fossil solves the problem all right
never going to dissolve a second for me to think
you pay you back and a nasty cold to boot
Oh, I got lost in my thoughts for a moment
What did you say again, dear?
Here is a shadorma for Image 24. I wonder what I might have written in a different time to accompany this picture? I think it might have been something quite different, maybe about a goddess plucking a planet from the sky for her own personal jewelry collection.
Or maybe it’s a woman with her hands up, saying, No, I do not accept your flattery. I guess I could still write these, right?
But what I did write reflects my feelings today. The picture is what I need it to be, what I need it to express, I guess – that truth once again revealed about the process of writing in response to something outside yourself: You are never really outside yourself.
But I digress. Here is the poem and its image follows.
I hang back. I hide.
How did you
coax me out
and place this warm sun of hope
into my sad heart?
Here is a haiku for a little plant I have. I feel the plant is hugging me every time I look at it. Two photos – one in the window where it usually is, and the other a glamour shot so you can see what I mean in the haiku – follow the poem.
your outreaching arms
generous little green plant
all of you a smile
Thank you for reading!