24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hot, flaky bread
slathered in butter
moves something deep inside:
a body worn even in our easy days.
Hot, flaky bread
drowning in apple butter
baked by women who once picked
the wheat knowing no different way.
Hot, flaky bread
filling the wanting air
calling us to rise up,
eat, enjoy the miracle that it is:
homemade biscuits: hot and flaky
fresh from the oven
sustaining all that is
good and right in this cold world.
Hour Three
Had I known what I knew then,
I would have done it all the same,
hit the roof, flown the coop, kicked the bucket,
but not without a fight, without a last stand.
You don’t finish last if you quit the race.
Starting is the hardest part, when
your feet won’t go and your heart beats fast.
Had I known what I knew then,
I would have done it all the same.
Nevertheless, I’d have taken it slower.
When the going gets tough, then you soften
the pace to a crawl, belly down, back to the wall.
They can only keep your head under water so long.
Still, had I known what I knew then,
I would have done it all the same.
Regrets never pinned me like a voodoo doll,
and wishes fall into the well like a dull thud
in a distant hollow: what I know now, what I knew then,
It’s all the same, what I do now, will never be again,
Yet, it never mattered to any of us anyhow.
A drum beats blindly, pulse-passes on to the next one in line,
and the baton passes from your hands to mine and mine to theirs.
I give them nothing more; they earn nothing less.
Time trims the sun’s beams shorter, molds the sky round,
and I if I ever knew it then, I know I know it now the same.
Sing me butterfly
your wings take me far away
dream of better days
sing me butterfly
your colors vivid in praise
of a better life
sing me butterfly
in your metamophosis
you enlighten me
on butterfly wings
i shall fly again towards you
majesty of new
Amidst the lake and the sea Capturing the moment, enjoying the breeze Soaking in the sunshine The beauty of nature
Amidst the sea and the river Restoring my balance, cleansing my fears Resurrecting the waters The beauty of nature
Amidst the river and the ocean Always present, cascading memories Engulfed by the waters The beauty of sailing
Perfect temperature.
Perfect age?
Growing up, always the youngest.
Now, I want to see them grow up.
Four grandchildren!
Cups runneth over all over the place,
all over the globe, it seems.
Sure, I have lots yet to see and do,
but, closest to the bone,
I want to see them grow up.
Even if it’s painful for them/for me?
I want to wave them off into adulthood.
It will be like seeing Aunt Rose
off on the Queen Mary. Bon voyage!
I want to/I need to/I can’t/I won’t/I must/
see them grow up.
ONE ENDLESS PATH TO HOLY KNOWLEDGE
and here there is an eye as well
water, moss, cattail, stone, current
watcher watching as another image generates
derrida does not wonder alone where the eye wanders
and above this there is a bridge
and below this there is a bridge
and within this there is a bridge
and without any word and image at all
there is a bridge
there is a bridge
there is a bridge
there is a camera behind the back of the camera
there is a hand waving from above, out of focus
you may call that deity by whatever holy name you choose
They define Themselves endlessly in our eyes and no others
and in every green shimmering moment in all of it there is a bridge
Recycle, reuse, and reduce
you know it,
you know it, but don’t do it!
Do not cut down trees, nor divert rivers,
you know it!
you know it, but don’t do it!
Avoid the consumption of plastics,
you know it!
you know it, but don’t do it!
You can see the signs,
hear my fury,
but you don’t listen.
Hypocrites! If you know how to interpret the appearance of the climate, why do not interpret then the signs? … How long?”
Deep silence arrived while the eyes of the storm passed by…
@maritzam-mejia – Hour 3
Things hath no holidays
Things hath no holidays
Things hath no holidays
All of us are
If you dare
You’d end without a care
Love is not in things
Love is not in things
Love is not in things
Had they known
It’d have shown
In what they sworn
Things hath no holidays
Love is not in things
Otherwise
You’d compromise
i hear your thoughts and fold them into me, into you, around us
today i want nothing but to breath this love deeply and rest in your arms
to let our impefections fall away, to resist the urge to ask for more than you give freely
to be…happy
i hear your thoughts and fold them into me, into you, around us
i have known for a while now, that this love was real, not that the others werent
just that i couldnt sustain the feeling, i never surrendered my heart
with you, my heart…sings
i hear your thoughts and fold them into me, into you, around us
time has given me many things, treasures, tears, laughter, wisdom
i am still a fool, but a grown fool that learnt to love, a brave fool who learnt to trust,
a lucky fool…who took a chance
you hear my thoughts and fold them into you, into me , around us
Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow
For glib jocks quiz nymphs to vex a dwarf.
Waltz, bad nymph! For quick jigs vex,
And we should strive to grump both the quick fox and lazy dog.