24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hi, everyone This is my first time participating in the 24 hour poetry marathon. I'm an indie author of eight books, including three poetry books (two novels and a few short stories collection)You can find me on all socials under my pen name, A Rustic Mind.
Is it vanity?
To dress up, look nice and feel good about it
Can one be called selfish?
For thinking about one’s comfort and convenience before committing to something
Would it be possible?
To change, understand and learn to differentiate self involvement from self care and self love
What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk
Was it?
Blown off by the wind, or
thrown away in anguish
What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk
Was it part of a wreath?
Adorning a maiden’s hair and adding to her beauty, or
Providing solace to a devotee being offered to a deity
What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk
Did it?
Make two hearts meet and lead to a happily ever after, or
Break a heart and lead to a forever unrequited love
What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk
Did it land here?
As a result of the changing seasons through nature’s course, or
As a victim of manmade changes through unnatural cause
What’s the story of the smashed flower on the sidewalk
Can we?
Ever know the full truth, or
We’ll have to satisfy our curiosities through our assumptions
I couldn’t sleep tonight
Whenever I closed my eyes
All I saw was haze and an endless alley
I couldn’t sleep tonight
Whenever I closed my eyes
I heard someone calling out my name
Where was I?
Who was it?
Why was I so restless?
What answers is my mind seeking?
I slept peacefully after long tonight
Wherever my eyes reached
There were wildflowers in full bloom
I slept peacefully after long tonight
Wherever my feet touched the ground,
There were green fields with the sounds of birds chirping and water flowing around me
I knew where I wasI
knew who I was seeking
My restlessness replaced by peace
The answers my mind was seeking were provided by nature
One goes,
Another comes,
Life goes on,
A seed sown today
A plant grown tomorrow
A memory from the day someone was lost
At the edge of a field, kneeling down in the grass
A form of remembrance on his death anniversary
As mother and daughter shed tears on their yearly visit