24 hour later, plus…
I had an internet issue, and didn’t get all my poems posted on hour, but I did write them on the hour…
but this time I made it 24 in 24!
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I'm a graphic designer, who loves photography, poetry & music. I've been writing poetry since I was in high school. My format is usually freeform, but sometimes I write haiku. This is an awesome way to get my brain going, so I will probably be writing well after the marathon is complete!
24 hour later, plus…
I had an internet issue, and didn’t get all my poems posted on hour, but I did write them on the hour…
but this time I made it 24 in 24!
as I sit to write
I wonder where
the words come from
do I get them from
my brain? or do I
pluck them from the air?
Hummingbird
as I gaze out the window pane
I see a tiny blur
zipping around the flowers
of a rose of sharon tree
the blur zips and zings
hovering here and there
as it drinks the nectar
from the hanging flowers
it hovers so briefly…
hummingbird
the sun creeps over the
horizon
softening the darkened
sky
offering its bright
light
bringing the day from
night
I miss the sounds of him
the tuning of his soul
the softness of his voice
as he leaves for the show
the gentle way he would
draw me into him
as he would leave each
time he would have to go…
I miss laying my head on
his chest and placing my
hand there too – to feel
his heartbeat – I miss him so
Silence
the house is still
I can hear the wind
outside, blowing –
creaks and groans
of the old framework
and pops of the windows
break the solemnity of
the house
as I drift off into slumber
my eyes grow heavy
my brain slows
the pen and paper are
mocking me
IDEA! i start the next
poem – only to
scribble out those
first horrible lines…
i struggle to string the
words together…
then suddenly i start
to write!
amazingly a poem forms
in the wee hours
of light…
Laughter floats through the air.
Children’s screams of joy!
The lawn sprinkler shoots
cool water up towards the
hot, summer sun as
the kids run through!
the fireflies light up the yard
dusk falls
soft music plays as we
relax on the porch
a glass of wine
light conversation
– yes, this is a wonderful summer evening…
seeds planted
a soft watering
sunshine
time
the soil pushes aside
green sprouts appear
such is the garden
in early summer