24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
the renewed feeling for freedom
deepens in the cascading reality
marvel of spirit engaging in the haven for new dawn
seen in the spirit covered
gearing the pavement for questioning endlessly
whispering from the soul collect
much have been said in the news
point of order where is real an order
order must restored to see the clarity of human existence
Poem # 09
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 3 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST
Prompt 17; Hour 17: Write a poem about a form of technology that is obsolete or is headed that way. The technology could just be referred to in passing, like a telephone booth, or it could be a CD that is the focal point of the poem. The degree of focus on obsolete technology is up to you.
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{Not that Pedestal}
As Patti la Belle belted out from the old CD player,
She said to me, “You take my breath away, Ajanta”
I replied, “It’s important to breathe
Removing someone’s breath from their body is a concern for me
A heavy responsibility
Will I be too much. Am I too much?
Will that person be enough for me?
Am I already on a pedestal?
Goddesses forbid that for sentient beings
I might be elevated beyond my status as a mere mortal
with all my foibles and idiosyncrasies
which will no doubt emerge over time
personality traits – nuances – nagging little behaviours
The CD will be scratched – the song will stutter and splutter
You will assume and apply judgement
destabilising to a damsel on a pedestal
It could build up quite a wobble and down I’ll crash in your estimation.
This thing we might share – a tenuous possibility
as the beat struggles to play through the flaws
Always the concern in the beginning and after all,
it has been said by others that I am too much for them
and when all was said and done
I was too much for them.
Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue
Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth
grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder–
with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of your words.
Thurst away, my back arched as I fell upon a stalagmite, impaling an asinine dream.
I am lost within a cave of vagary, Adam’s ale dripping from the speleothems
collecting tears into the fissures of my pathetic little heart.
How truth is veiled as it sidesteps my pleading, and still I allowed you to linger on
innervating the fibers of my being entangling within the illusion of you.I carried you with me as I would time, and I watched the hands with bated breath
as the gnomon found its shadow chasing the sun across the expanse of water
Veiled in the blue, my eyes shut tight against the inexorable-
the lingering answer I already knew within my core, yet still I conceived that hope was a better choice.
Encompassed within you is the essence of every desire in life I collected and clutched to my breast
I clung to the latitudinous invention that somewhere within the brine of your heart, a fragmented spark touched off.
Blinded by the veil, as blue as the South Atlantic, I pressed on and pushed away years of languishing, for it had not.
How staggering the truth becomes whilst in a purgatory of the heart, twisted and tormented by the strength of unrequited love.Thus, I resign myself to my sepulcher deep within the hollow, dressed in a robe of darkness, disconsolately disenchanted
Caught within the spider silk of the veil weaving through my vision, natant upon the jettisoned subterranian river of my crestfallen lament..
All of the times
you tried your best
to break me down
to wear me down enough
to throw in the towel
Everytime that You whispered
to me that I was nothing
I’d never be anything
I would never get anywhere in
my life
When you would send people
into my path to try and make me
stumble and say there is no God
It didn’t work
You tried to hit me with your best shot
well guess what?
YOU HIT LIKE A GIRL
All of the times that I could
have followed you
instead of fighting so hard
to survive you
Guess what
I’m still here
And I’m not done fighting
Across the miles of new beginning
challenges in the pavement of ardent desires
the tremors of conflict in the pavement of new question
carving in the discussion for future notion
movement for new leadership
clarity in the addresses for the spirit covered
seen in the news today arriving for new coexistence
consistency seen in the blockade for future reference deepening
Poem # 08
The unexpected message
Which gets you out of the house
And causes you to have your first hug in three months
Followed by long conversation
About family
Gets you behind in your poetry marathon
Catch up!
Great dics of bronze
along sandy banks
reflecting the light
for the holy masses.
Let there be light,
but in darkness, in night,
oil lamps, torches,
we’ve always craved light
in deepest dark,
but the disc remained,
bright, small,
yet slowly forgotten reflected light.
gathered soul delighted
ensuring life challenges
serenading the spirit to deep
worthy causes seen in the marveling seen
polarity of known nomenclatures
desire of covered spirit endangered ideology
clashing at times covering the hype delighted
tripping in the human spirit coverage
distant corners of known quarantine
freeing the spirit to revitalize
shipping out the desire of human flesh
ardent movement seen in haven ward cornerstone
life often surprises anew
Poem # 07