24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Daiku= Haiku form with a Diane twist
1
Colors never bore
Shifting and filtering life
People never bore.
2
Learn to accept me
Attitudes are so complex
Hey, try filtering!
3
Lessons are ageless.
Life teaches us so much more
Shift without warning.
4
Begin with yourself
How much bravery involved?
Wea re all colored. DMW
Kaleidoscopic
Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs, Kaleidoscopes, and Legos,
Bristle Blocks, Yo-Yos, Tea Sets, and baby dolls,
Fisher Price phones, Barbie dolls, transformers, and GI Joes,
Polly Pockets, Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots, Easy Bake ovens, and Simons,
Lite Brites, Cabbage Patch Kids, Shrinkydinks, and Play-Doh,
Velvet posters, Fashion Plates, Sit ‘n Spins, and dominoes.
These and many others, too many toys to count, brought my childhood joy,
shaped the person that I am.
Hour 14 and it’s now like a drain, my brain
Working and focusing and the lack now shows
there can only be so much art in a day
So Sorry
I’m sorry you can only
see things your way.
your mean girl attack
is just another fly
in the dojo of life.
I sail onward,
my own wings
catching the wind.
You have always had this way about you
of being perfect and incredible and
record breaking in your own right but
never lasted longer than a few minutes
especially if there was rain on the horizon.
Paper airplane wishes – the prize flower –
something everyone wants but I suppose
if we’re being honest no one can ever really have.
And I’m sure you have your
reasons the way I have my rhymes – but
sometimes I wonder why you were ever
here in the first place – knowing that we are
the furthest thing from temporary people
.-M. Rene’
They say my dark isn’t lovely
As in the event that my hair is
Not the color of the night
That holds the moon in
All her brilliant wonderfulness
As in the event that the dull doesn’t mend
The wounds of an onerous sun
On the off chance that my eyes
Aren’t profound enough to capture
A kaleidoscope of colors
As if my skin doesn’t shine luminescent
Delicate sufficient to motivate you to rest
To dream up another world with my wings
An extravagant dark like a mirror reflecting
The complete wide world.
© Divya Venkateswaran
The state of California
Is 1040 miles long
And most of that
Is nothing at all
Empty grassland
Grazing cattle
Sloping hills
Varying shades of yellow and brown
At eighty miles per hour
It is a blur
Several hours long
It is easy for a mind to wander
Lost in the endless waving grass
Grabbed only by the occasional landmark
Or a fellow lonely traveler
Courting death at 110 miles per hour
If you die in the in between,
Do you just keep driving forever?
If Dante saw the Interstate
Would he recognize Purgatory?
Prompt seventeen – Text prompt
Write a poem either titled or centred around a ‘Kaleidoscope’.
Twin-toned Kaleidoscope
At a little past six in the morning
I watch the sky dawning
with a fat yellow oval moon hanging bright.
The dark night trees begin to green,
apples emerge, those unseen
whilst branches had merged into the night.
Shades change in subtle splendour
Various blues and greens add colour
Dual tones of a kaleidoscope.
Each time I look up and out,
It’s a tad bit brighter, today does shout,
Brightness lightness brings me hope.
Then through the green on the treetop head
There glistens a shiny newish red
It’s September, the seasons are turning.
These three colours can wake me up
I go to refill stale teacup
While marvelling at this learning.
Pigment of crimson explodes
dropping from fine hairs in hand
Water down water down
No rain in sight
A blistering sky reveals itself
above a wet cotton pavement
you place a heavy weapon in my hand
and do not flinch when I bring it down hard
when shards of ceramic glass and plastic
scatter about us in fractals
you turn the music up louder
and do not mind that it is not your taste
stacking more objects soon laid to waste
as I beat them smaller and smaller
you take turns passing off sledgehammer crowbar baseball bat
and do not judge when I swing and miss
when I release my pent up thrashing
in hopes it will stop snapping at you
you film me unhinged in slow motion split
like a broken tv screen
and do not fail to see the joy beneath
a kaleidoscope of energy
flecked with madness and destruction
void of intended function
my inner workings lay exposed and open
to learning healthy ways to cope