24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A wasp bit me today
And it hurt like hell
Don’t count your chicken before they hatch
Things might not go as well
And so here I am
With swollen finger struggling to write
But won’t fret, won’t give up
Reach for the finish line with all my might
A home of my own.
It’s time for me
to finally
settle down.
A house, a kitchen…
is that too much to ask?
A place that’s mine
that no one else has.
Can it ever exist?
Can it ever be so?
A home that I own?
At home in my home?
24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”
Leftovers
We all stood in wide circle
The last toast of champagne
The evening went as quickly
As the teasing champagne
I helped with the jackets
And offered Tupperwared portions
And any wine
That was sitting in unconquered portions
I walked out to the driveway
With the satiated company
For the goodbye waves
As they drove away from my company
But there was no loneliness
Just joy
A reflection of thankfulness
The most fulfilling kind of joy
I knew something was forgotten
There always is, I was aware
And I saw a silk scarf
On a now lonesome chair, so unaware
DeaBeePea 6-27-20
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 9 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST
Prompt 23; Hour 23: Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the imaginary pet or person themselves.
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{The Fool}
In the glade there was a pool
Beneath the depths there dwelt a fool
Who sheltered in the waters deep
To languish there as if asleep
But when the light came overhead
The fool emerged as if from dead
To seek the conscious light of day
And be a liberated soul at play
A Wait Game of Cliches
Someone has always told me
“Good things come to those who wait.”
Nearing fifty I’ve been
“always a bridesmaid and never a bride.”
I never chose a wedding cake.
Heard the cries of a newborn,
but never called one my own.
Sometimes destiny is diverted or restricted,
life fulfillments left unanswered.
Sometimes no matter how hard the prayers,
we don’t always receive the wanted answers.
Margarette Wahl
Bronzed goddess savior with a septum ring and easy smile
Island girl comes to the rescue I just met you but it doesn’t matter
My soul already knows my soul knows that it knows yours
Paddle boarding take me to your favorite beach kiss me ocean salty lover sweet
Why didn’t I meet you sooner and why do I have to leave
4th of July straight from Lanikai to catch a flight my swimsuit soaking through my clothes
And your car but you make sure I understand that you don’t care it’s just saltwater
More saltwater comes when we try to say goodbye why am I crying we just met
Why is every part of me wet I just don’t get it
Hair begins to dry crunched curls
Salt streaked cheeks from missing a girl
Before my flight even takes off
4th of July straight from Lanikai, made my flight but cried all the way to my gate
Fireworks going off somewhere couldn’t care less a dripping mess I just feel wet
Missed her mouth all the way home didn’t matter to miss fireworks
She brought more extravagance and light than they ever could have
The conjurer of your misfortunes.
Babe, I’m sorry
For treating your house like a tennis ball,
Using my sides as rackets,
I’m sorry for the spillage,
I should have treated your heart for what it was
An egg,
I know words can’t express
At this point actions either,
Humpty Dumpty was never reconstructed,
So our bond might be gone externally,
But allow me to rebuild the Bifrost that connected our souls,
That made us one,
Whilst i played with an entirely greater sum
~Ropa
Swinging between infinity and now
Keep me safe in this flight
Young I am, be kind.
The nothingness took over my consciousness.
I was not standing.
Haze overtook my eyes so I could not see.
I could only see blurs.
Thoughts ran through my mind.
I might be alseep.