2am. Poem 24.
Love and Hope (a senrua)
Sisters Love and Hope
are a swift twin tailed comet
wild inside my soul.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I was born in Los Angeles, in the early '60, both Sun and Moon in Pisces at my arrival, and this intersection seems to pour from me. I am a mother of one, and grandmother now also, wearing the joys and terrors of a life well lived as a sort of armor for my last half here. I am articulate and shy, yet open enough so that no one notices the shy bits, or I hope not anyway. I hold confidences in my hidings. I am educated, try to be well spoken, and am a musician and writer. I work to live, managing myself so that I am never swept away into the opposing world of live to work. I believe in the Collective Consciousness of All that has ever been, All that Is, and All that will ever Be. It, and the extensions of It, are my religion. Regardless of my size, as it is known to fluxuate, I can often be found lying nude, or partially, under the Sun, or buoyant in the waters off my Pacific Island home, allowing healing and growth to purify me, and strengthen me. I am simple. What remains of my heart floats in a zip lock baggy, taped to the backside of my ribcage... I write poems. .
2am. Poem 24.
Love and Hope (a senrua)
Sisters Love and Hope
are a swift twin tailed comet
wild inside my soul.
1am. Poem 23
New World (a senrua)
A world safe and free
where kids don’t get killed at school.
A world with no guns.
12 midnight. Poem 22.
Bisquik Pizza
With her Bisquik box
Mom made white lady pizza.
Dad went nuts for it.
Ground beef sausage cookie sheet
Pizza. So L.A. suburbs…
11pm. Poem 21
Running
Running from the flames
they lept into the cool blue
of Front Street ocean
into the smoke covered sea
with all the others running.
10pm. Poem 20
Mornings with Lucy
She comes to me at first alarm
laying her head on my breast
settling in tummy to tummy
She makes biscuits
and closes her eyes
to heal me with her rhythmic purr.
She is my morning.
She is the start of each day.
She is why I can do what I do.
When so much is uncertain
she is my constant.
She is my love.
9pm. Poem 19.
Gramma’s Bedroom (an haiku)
Stripes, flowers, stuffed toys
memories of everything
in Gramma’s bedroom.
8pm. Poem 18
Fireghosts
They will stay.
Their smoke will scent
freshly painted buildings
their footprints will sink
into the sand
where no one else has been
their sighs will sing out at sunset.
They will gather under her.
They gather there now
under and on her.
They will tell the story
of fire and destruction
to reef fish and minah birds
who have yet to be born
and to tourists
who will soon return.
Their voices will be everywhere
unmistakable and clear.
They will be woven
into the kapa
of new Lahainatown.
7pm. Poem 17.
Kaleidoscope (a four stanza tanka)
Lemme shimmy down
get a better view from there
or a different one
than I’ve been holding fast to
a lighter one than lately.
Lemme turn the wheel
look for fish shapes, Moons, and Suns
and pink, rough cat tongues
hanging from triangular
blue and purple kitten heads.
Lemme see through shards
of wildly vibrant glass shapes.
Let them form tall trees
and lighted backed sharp prisms
to set me back on my path.
Lemme skry my tales
of futures to remember
of plans made before
coming here to live them out,
how my new roads will wind down.
6pm. Poem 16.
Aloha Kakou (a letter poem prompt)
Aloha Kakou,
It’s been 25 days since you had to go. We’ve found some of you who left from land, but none of you who went into the ocean and did not come out. I hope we find you all so your bodies can be laid to rest, and your families and friends can begin to heal.
I hope that this letter finds you peaceful and possibly in a place to lay down your excruciating passings. I hope that some of the good and beautiful after life stories are true, and that you are experiencing all of them.
The world is grieving your leaving. We here at home mourn you silently with every step we take. It is still unbelievable that you are all gone.
Please know we are taking of those you had to leave here. They are safe and clothed and fed. They are still fire shocked, but they are safe.
I hope this gets to all of you. I will write again when I know more.
Me ke aloha nui loa, pumehana,
Your Maui ‘Ohana 🌺
P.S. forgot to tell you… the Banyon Tree has tiny new budding leaves! She is going to survive! If you get the chance, pop over and see for yourselves!
We miss you terribly!
A hui hou e malama pono over there! 🩷
5pm. Poem 15.
Out of Little George’s Eyes (a tanka)
Tears at your wedding
were not of joy but sadness
that another man
stood next to you and promised
love for the rest of your lives.