24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
“Vows”
“We gather here today”
the Poetess Priestess exclaims
to join these souls
a promise, not to be made
lightly
vows spoken ~ spells
till death do us part
Loving, that someone
with every ounce of your heart
the one, who pledges
all of their tomorrows
no matter the circumstances
there to dry, shed tears
sharing in life’s joys
a shoulder to lean on
when life trips you up
choosing each other
each and every day
with unconditional
love and understanding
Now repeat after me
“I do”
“Poets of the Night” A Golden Shovel
who are we
those of us who write
what will our words amount to
what can we make you taste
do we have the answers to life
walking the paths, at least twice
three hours in
preparing for the
long hours ahead, present in this moment
we turn to each other, and
gather in
our lines of retrospect
Quote used: “We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospect” Anaïs Nin
“Welsh Word” A Ninnette
Cwtch
what we
as people
need, for our growth
Sustain our Spirits
in order to
protect our
divine
Love
“Uncloaking”
the past draped about us like a cloak*
heavy and wet from the years
the smell ~
both of home, and the strange scent of fear
of letting go
of change
laden my shoulders
with a weight I can no
longer bare
slipping it off
*line from Selkie Weaning Young by Diana Khoi Nguyen
Quietly awaiting
The break of day
Soon the restrictions
Will slip away
Though they won’t
Be as concerned
With quiet
After I’m done
Next time
I’ll stay home
Where my freedom reigns
No manipulation
It’s just the situation
Sleep
Is what
My body
And my mind need
Tomorrow has come
Yesterday I was up
Just before the sun
The Marathon
Had yet to
Begin
Sleep
The prompts,
they did not want to play.
Felt like my muses ran away
Had trouble figuring out just what I wanted to say
challenging to come up with 24 poems in just a day
Sleep deprived, intensified all of my dismay
My post I would never betray
Even when my brain goes astray
Just wish I could have wrote the words I wanted to convey.
I’m tired
And the sky
Has turned to grey
In my heated blanket
May It comfort me today
I’m hungry
Which seems to take
My words away
Could really use some coffee
I’m still writing
Even though I’m whining
Come what may
Under my umbrella 🌂
The hours fall away
Sliding into yesterday
As if rain
Under my umbrella 🌂
The negativity can’t
Protrude my head
Sheltered is my happiness
Under my umbrella 🌂
I see words used with hate
makes me sad as there is
so much more we can create
There’s a legend about the well
in the center of the garden.
It is said, that’s where she led them.
Bad children and unfaithful men
Who’d come to her
Begging her, to hide what they did
Told to leave a token
As their wish was spoken
Pushed into the grey stone well
Cuz dead ones tell no tale