24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I have to get these modules done,
Required by the district.
I only have four more to go,
and then I’ll rest more easily.
I’m learning how to do cool things,
Technology is great.
But pushing to the very end
The fun turns into hate.
I’m looking forward to some sleep,
I’m looking for some fun.
Time to rest and time to think,
To have more outdoor sun.
I’m going to get my work all done.
So poetry will be.
The only thing I think about.
I’ll write it all for me.
Embrace It
Fifteen weeks of isolation
In my hovel all alone
Keeping careful six-foot distance
Is more space than I have known
What want now is to touch you
Wrap you in a big bear hug
Feel your arms about my person
Cuddle in all warm and snug
How long? How long can this go on?
How long can I stand this fate?
Wanting nothing but to be touched
Caught in this ceaseless mandate
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Let’s start from somewhere pleasant, the present is better than the past
Better than the last but I’ll try not to get my hopes up
The unresolved teenager in me wants to throw all of her chips in
Best to leave that decision with the jaded skeptical “adult”
How the hell am I an adult and further more
A caregiver
Somehow pulls it all together
Don’t take composure out of context
The next steps are uncertain
Each new person is a threat
Can’t place bets on another big bad wolf while my house is still unsteady
I don’t know how to bring you here
Or how to tell if I am ready to be blown down again
I keep finding interesting words I’ve saved or that are on the dictionary. So I keep having to use them!
Some people pull away from hard things
Or avoid too much noise
Or too much light
But I turn away from you
I hide from you
Keep myself from being too close
I withdraw from what I feel
Because how could you feel the same
So I move away from you
I stay just me and watch you
Ten years ago I walked my way
back to health again,
seventy-five pounds lost
on the country roads
near our home, music fuelling
my feet.
Heavy metal accelerated my pace,
blues was my cool down of choice.
Smooth, even, swift steps daily
melted pounds and anxieties away.
I long to be that person again,
healthy, balanced, confident, and free.
Can you see?
Shall I turn on the light?
Are you scared?
Shall I turn on the light?
Are you lost?
Shall I turn on the light?
Have you lost something other than yourself?
Shall I turn on the light?
I won’t.
You are a light
Guide yourself home.
The skies gone grey,
Its about to rain,
Not raining yet,
Wild wind on my face,
A long road,
A never ending,
I walk or drive,
Just see the sunrise,
Dip my feet in sea,
Or immerse myself completely,
Like a never ending song,
Keep walking,
Even if all alone….
FIVE MORE MINUTES. THEN, REVOLUTION!
Sleep, the first longing thought springs forth
and then I think how typical
Not just of 5 AM which you could call my moment
but THIS moment in our capitalist dystopia
this WHOLE moment with all its psychotic priorities
Only the quarantined are sick of sleep
Everybody else is just as tired
Just as broke
Just as essential as they were when The Onion was still funny
Just as broken as they were before Teen Vogue was a comrade.
Just as tired. Just as broke. Just as essential.
Just as broken. If not, more.
Oh, but how is Jeff Bezos doing? Cool, cool.
How can I sleep when I’m shaking.
How can I shake if I don’t know why.
Am I afraid? Am I angry?
Am I going to rise up now? Or
will I hide under the covers again,
and if I know that about myself
how can I even look you in the eye and say
“I need more sleep” ?
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 7 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST
Prompt 21; Hour 21: Write a poem about what you are longing for most right now.
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{Sleep}
Coffee
Storm brews in the beans
Gathering a smell of chaos
The froth at the top
Is stirred up and laid down
The cup that holds the brew
Waits for an airlift…
And melted coffee mellows in the mouth
Hour 21
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