Slowly he walks
In San Pablo
His eyes to the sky
All alone he cries
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Slowly he walks
In San Pablo
His eyes to the sky
All alone he cries
1. Smile
2. Bring chocolate
3. Cuddles
4. Words of encouragement
Because the day
Is short
And life is shorter
Breathe deeply
Early in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast in the verandah riding on Teddy’s shoulder, and they gave him banana and some boiled egg; and he sat on all their laps one after the other, because every well-brought-up mongoose always hopes to be a house-mongoose some day and have rooms to run about in, and Rikki-tikki’s mother (she used to live in the General’s house at Segowlee) had carefully told Rikki what to do if ever he came across white men.
Rikki-tikki knew better than to waste time in staring. He jumped up in the air as high as he could go, and just under him whizzed by the head of Nagaina, Nag’s wicked wife. She had crept up behind him as he was talking, to make an end of him; and he heard her savage hiss as the stroke missed. He came down almost across her back, and if he had been an old mongoose he would have know that then was the time to break her back with one bite; but he was afraid of the terrible lashing return-stroke of the cobra. He bit, indeed, but did not bite long enough, and he jumped clear of the whisking tail, leaving Nagaina torn and angry.
Some days
Move
Independently
Limiting
Experiences
Red and green lights
Keeping slowing
The hustle of the city
Walks cold and windy
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significanceShe wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be not be powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.
Head lowered
Eyes closed
A step inside
Forgotten
The vines tower over
Every corner
Stretching up the wall
The whispers
Of what happened here
Echo the hall
They failed they cry
The hour’s here
No more will they occupy
This regal space
What a funny girl you used to be
Playing double Dutch in the street
Wearing your twist proud
What a funny girl you used to be
Drawing cartoons and listening to
Common
What a funny girl you used to be
Laughing so hard
You can barely breathe
Those days are gone
And there’s work to be done
Smile and keep your head and
Be
Senior
Citizens deciding what
Our bodies can and can’t
Undergo without being able
To try it themselves
Unfortunately to no
Sensible avail