24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The world is a screen
the sun is a star
and its light feeds
the life which is filth and blood and flame.
The sensation is the spark,
the thoughts are the wires,
the idea is the design and the hands are the tools
to build order from order from order
in order to bring more beauty to the decay
of all things
and in the end all is even.
Recipe for First Christmas
Slowly hope that this dream never ends.
Periodically check for reality to get rid of it.
First, go to a high kill animal shelter. Select one or two dogs using heart and intuition.
Wait one year for dogs to decompress and feel secure in your home. Aromatherapy, dog beds, bully sticks and dog massage strongly encouraged.
Contact a couple dog rescues. Apply to be a foster parent. Wait several weeks before you finally “foster fail”.
Marinate in love for approximately 5-7 years.
Buy a California King bed before proceeding with recipe. Warning: This is absolutely necessary.
Get pregnant by your best friend. One time will do, I did it twice.
Surround bed with pillows.
Buy pet stairs leading up to bed.
Play music.
Sleep in.
Laugh.
Eat in bed.
Dream together.
#Prompt2
1 cup of memories
2 cups of love
3 cups of self esteem
4 cups of honesty
Mix all together. Stir in memories with love.
Sprinkle self esteem.
Always remember to bake with full honesty.
Enjoy.
It seemed like darkness knew no end…
Heavy charcoal clouds, predicting inclement weather,
were still and solid.
The air was laden with moisture and foreboding.
The smell of ozone prevailed for somewhere,
far away, lightning spawned like firecrackers.
But here, there is only waiting.
one of the valiant
born into the silent generation
you did not sit quietly
as your question burned
across the country
one that took so long to ask
like a leaf on a tree
that flames with the sun’s touch
and paints the future
a brighter tint
you and the other famous four
fed the roots of this country’s tree
branched off into new limbs
that we hang on now
1. Respect
2. Affection
3. understanding
4. empathy
5. Partnership
Seek partnership with a person you can respect, who will understand your struggles and feelings. Marinate them in affection each day. Throw away the timer because tomorrow isn’t promised.
If sadness grows
a sunflower
then what of anger
what of grief
A garden grows
a field
faces the sun
and glows
Take some months, maybe years and stir it up in a container larger than you think you’ll need. The ingredients will rise and fall, so don’t be alarmed.
Add some fights, to taste
Sprinkle in some disappointment
Maybe an infidelity or two
Add some tears, a tablespoon at a time
Set a timer, although the timer will always be wrong
It’ll be ready when everything is broken and there’s nothing left to save.
Although it may leave a bitter aftertaste, no amount of sugar will save it.
Walk away before you know it’s done. If you wait for it to be well done, it’ll always be charred along the edges.
Take some more time. Lick your wounds. Wash the dishes. Walk away.