24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Virginia Carraway Stark is a number one internationally best selling award winning author and had an honorable mention at the Cannes Film Festival for her screenplay Blind Eye. She has won awards for her poetry, novels and essays as well as nominations for her essays, blogs and other writings. She has written in numerous genres and has written in collaborations as well as in novels. She's written for presses from Simon and Schuster to smaller presses and is always up for a trying something new. She's passionate about writing although she rarely takes herself seriously. She believes in fun and measures success in terms of satisfaction rather than bank accounts or awards and prestige. She is frequently found on interviews and author panels, radio shows and online but usually, she's behind her computer or a good book or somewhere in nature. She has succeeded in completing writing specialties from Weslyan University and a specialty in ecology from Yale university. She is currently studying music from the University of Rochester. Learning is yet another of Virginia's passions. You can find out more at www.virginiastark.wordpress.com and then clicking on the 'about me' section.
Wooden Hearts
Virginia Carraway Stark
Bonsai trees
Float in a purple sky
As the hoot of an owl
Echoes through the forest
Where restless spirits roam
And trees uproot themselves
To follow their wooden hearts
And the loves that call
To them on owls wings
Gone from their arms
But lingering in the bonsai branches
This is the dream time they have fallen into
But it’s not as scary as the last one
Slumber
Virginia Carraway Stark
Resting
When cheekbones
Start to feel numb
From wishes of slumber coming on
Darkness covers the world
Like a blanket of water
But sleep isn’t for me tonight
No matter how it may coo and call
Increasingly shutting eyes
Feels better than open
But still I wake
I have things to do
And tonight the muse is calling
Night
Virginia Carraway Stark
Darkness settles
In the wind and the mist
That rise up from the wild clay soil
Like a cool cloak
Of dark moon splendour
The gloaming is alive
With tendrils of fog that seek
All that is warm and safe
Stars spakkel the sky
In slow degrees
As night seeks me with
The softest fingers
Luring me with the loss
Of my senses as dusk
Puts out my eyes
And wakes me from the world
Into slumber
Sacrifice
Virginia Carraway Stark
Down they pushed him
His head under the soil
And under the wheels
Of the combine harvester
Blood for the crops
His young face
Once full of smiles
and his young body
With his knocked knees
And a scrape that
He tried not to cry over
But he still
Cried a little
Even though he made his voice brave
A sacrifice was demanded
To make the corn grow tall
His body the offering
Bloody blades
Turn the soil
Hugs <3 🙂
Virginia Carraway Stark
Hugs across the miles
Bring me tons of smiles
Because I know
You are glad I am alive
And happy that
I'm in your world
And when you send me
'<3'
It means the world to me
Because I know
That you likely smile
When you see
Me post
Or send a message
Or comment
To you
So thank you for your hugs
Your <3
And your
🙂
Faces
You make me smile too
And every time I see you post
I'm glad that I know you
Horizon
Virginia Carraway Stark
Contours of
A living world thread across
The lines of hill and sky
Plunging down and rising
To meet the sea
As undulations fold and sink
Up and down
In synchronized movements
Of chaos
As choreographed as ever
Was any formal French dance
Unplanned beauty
Spraying in wonderful
Magnificence that stuns the viewer
And fills me with awestruck wonder
That this is my horizon
Perspective
Virginia Carraway Stark
An ant crawling
Up the side of a cottonwood tree
Doesn’t mind Me
I should feel big staring at him
But I feel as small as this ant
The sky is a bowl
Of vastness
The clouds are mountains
Towering above me
How vast can this world be
Even this cottonwood towers over what is see
I am a mote
And the horizon
Is large as the sea
In Memorium
Virginia Carraway Stark
When you walk beside me
I feel you take my hand
You are lilac scented air
You are sun warmed skin
You are the pleasant breeze
You are the sudden smile
You are the tear in my eye
You are the sweet memory
You are the wisdom that you shared
Change
Virginia Carraway Stark
Do you feel
How everything happens
Now and then
Without
Knowing
Change just comes
Creeping in
Pouncing
On heavy feet
Who knows what is
Coming next
Never knowing
Always growing
Hoping
That what comes next
Is better than the last
Grandmother’s Toy Box
Virginia Carraway Stark
Mystical
Magical toy box
With unlimited
Possibility
Every time a new discovery
Little red riding hood
Flip her
She turns into a wolf
Puppets
And dolls
In handmade dresses and coats
Storybook treasures
Of pirates and ghosts
Lego pieces
Eclectic in their random glory
In a wooden box
With oiled hinges
Out comes backgammon
And marbles
And bits of ribbon
In
Grandmother’s toy box