24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
An Ideal Day
Lazy, sound of silence
Maybe the song of birds outside,
Safe and cozy covers surrounding us,
As we smile at the lack of anywhere to be.
Later, immersing ourselves in stories, laughter,
Comforting cups of tea and sandwiches,
Curled up together
As we listen to pitter-pattering raindrops outside.
Warmth holds us close
As we hold each other,
Content and relaxed
On a lazy, perfect day.
The Ideal Day…
smells of orange peels
past their prime
desiccated in sun…
cheers cascade down
like waterfalls
and I can’t get enough…
I don’t usually pinch myself
but this warrants the pain
born of pleasure…
to finally scream goodbye
to the worst side of ourselves
manifest as Agent Orange…
Reality TV once featured a peacock
strutting and fanning his wings
to the adoration of less and less…
Until crooked politics
and internet circumvent
couldn’t keep him on our screens…
they say smell has the strongest memory
and his septic tank of vision
will fade like a sunset bright from pollution…
and I will bite into a crisp Gala apple
to cherish the taste
of something sweet…
splintered wood easel needs sanding
and the coarse, fine haired brushes need cleaning
but the sky is wrapping itself in cloud boas
and the lamp travels the horizon
splashing maroon, cherry and various levels of the fire spectrum
in chaotic sugar streams across the waves,
emerald, teal, aqua, and royal blue, they are
dancing with a shore of muted, grainy crystals of sand
captivated audience of one, I await the explosive ending
A perfect day
Seeing a hare in a dew
jewelled field. The smell of scones,
gold dripping over their crispy edges
onto a gilt-edged saucer
and hot tea in a gilt-rimmed cup.
Contentment from filling a page
with sensory images. The silence
of the hovering hawk. A hot poker
sunset and a turf fire.
Roses are red, violets are blue the world is on fire and so is my heart for you. I know that sounded cheesy and I know that wasn’t planned but I can show you my puppies if you step into my white van.
Rise and shine,
reach for the sky,
set the intention,
remember the ‘Why’.
Give thanks for the day,
before feet hit the floor,
call love to the heart,
and expect to feel more.
Hit the cold shower,
refresh and awake,
sing while you’re at it,
louder is great.
Hydrate, meditate,
breathwork and prayer,
down-dog, cat-cow,
lion and bear.
Primed for the mission,
full steam ahead,
ready for action,
ready to lead.
Once mission complete,
some quiet reflection,
some time in the garden,
to commune with perfection.
Into the kitchen,
for nourishment,
giving thanks for the food,
feeling blessed for the chance.
My love, i am buried with you
Without you, I cannot find me too
The day you departed from the world
I am motionless and have been curled
From my day to day activities of life
I am bored and feel under a sharp knife
Your every memory, scratched my soul
I am a dead, crawling towards aimless goal
— and again I seek you, your smile
beckons me,
your eyes looking deep into mine
yet still unknown, while the
music connects us…
Ice quiver
cure on cure
rice, vino
coin our vice
iron crone
cue over cue
run over run over
cirque curve
vein con
nice cove
ire ounce
corn on corn
