24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I see her in the puddles shimmering in the subway entrance
on the scaffolding of post-war apartment buildings
where she once held passionate court
Her voice echoes still in the bustle of Berlin,
through the prison bars that sought to restrain her
bold, antifacist, and lesbian.
Now I sit in that cafe
where she spent her later years
mourning the death of her young lover
I blow a kiss to you, Hilde Radusch
and the road you’ve paved for me
I am an artist by nature and profession. I graduated with a BA degree in English Writing from the University of Colorado and my emphasis is in Creative Writing.
*I take pictures too.
Dee
Dee she was, never Doris.
Rarely mum or grandma.
Just Dee – no just about her.
Short, but not a risk you would overlook her.
Glamorous and strong, fiery and fierce,
Right up to the age of 96.
Family by blood or not,
Once in you stayed,
But you had better behave,
No fools suffered here,
Her memory almost as long
As her rich, full life.
A teacher always,
Science a passion,
Art, music, food she loved,
But books her weapon of choice –
To read, to teach, and then
To publish.
Headstrong to the end,
Centre of any room.
Her presence larger than she was,
She would receive visitors majestically –
When appearing with gifts
Of coffee, whisky, cake.
Her long reign now over,
A gap in our hearts and life,
For Doris, Dee,
Sister, wife, mother, aunt,
Grandmother, great-grandmother,
Great aunt.
Where will we go from here,
We can’t even stand near.
To each other,
Is it even safe to visit mother?
We are told to stay in doors, and safer at home.
But it is human nature to want to roam.
To be free, then we stand up for our rights.
It was over the fights and then it’s continued into the nights.
What does our future hold if we all do not unite?
But even our president won’t wear his mask and his gatherers.
It’s just not right.
The beaches are packed, and although recently opened the bars are now closed.
Looks like the reopening plan, it’s kind of got hosed.
Please wear your mask and don’t uncover your nose.
And hope and pray for the best while we hear each day how it all goes.
Breakfast are different yes they are
Around the world they are by far
A rasher of bacon and eggs well done
Maybe rice with greens and a nice hot fish
Those with some taste might seek a croissant
Toast is a favorite served many a way
But for me no Vegemite un huh no way
Maybe a crepe by any other name
Will sit on you plate waiting to be claimed
Yes, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day
So here I sit eating it and pecking away
So wherever you are on this world this day
May you have a great breakfast so you will not fray!
even though, she
even though
—she denied climate change
—had selfish views on marriage
—took the bible literally
even though
—she rarely praised me
—lavishing love instead
—on Rueben
even though
—she claimed I did
—she always had to have
—the last word
even though
—she ran for parliament
—three times thankfully
—she was never elected
even though
—she was all these things
i still miss her
—she was after all
—
—————my mother
Hello! My name is Heather and I have done this poetry marathon once before! Very cool experience.
Poetry is my release. One of…. I don’t believe there are rules to poetry ( although there are rules for certain types ) write as you feel….. and feel as your write…… looking forward to this challenge. I have been blocked for a long time when it comes to writing…. this should be interesting!
I recently opened up a meditation spa in my area. Very excited about that! I am a Reiki practitioner, hydro therapist ( yoni cleanse) and Bach remedy practitioner.
HAPPY WRITING EVERYONE!
she is (for Ebony)
she is legs in air, upside down
she is warrior queen, heart and smile
she is calm cool voice
breathe in, breathe out
she is always downward facing dog
strong back cobra posed
even breaths in lotus pose
she is sphinx rising
cat-cow up
lifting her head towards heaven
she is a beautiful body
showing us all how to live free
She was an embodiment of hope to all men
She could be referred to as a godess as she was gifted with beauty and all men were slaves to her
Her smile had only hopes filled in them, and her eyes had the sparkling gaze of Athena
Her skin was as smooth as silk and she had an overwhelming presence of peace which was so undeniable
But with all these laid a very distasteful and displeasing character
Her tongue knew nothing other than lies, she never bore the truth, as such it was far from her
A curse people call it for being so proud with her beauty and seeing others as inferior to her including enslaving men
Her beauty waned like the leaves during winter and she became an alien in her town
Tears flowed from the sweet and charming eyes of the goddess and it sparkled brightly like diamond
She called on the heavens to have mercy as she has failed them and a condition was to be met before the curse will be broken
They pronounced true love as the only cure for such illness, she had to love and lay with a man who had shown her love beyond all reasonable doubt
She was ostracized from the land and like a glitter of hope she met a man it was like all hope was lost for him but he understood the goddess wailings and decided to instill in her truth
It wasn’t an easy task but he did with such commitment and as he did a bond was created and then nature decided to bless them with love
And on a midnight he said to himself i may kiss my beloved and if she did reject me then death be on my head for i have taken thy consent
He blessed her lips with a kiss and she enveloped him in her arms and they made love under the peaceful moon where the stars twinkled and the goddess of love removed thy curse and made her whole
And peace and wealth reigned in their home till death came and delivered his blow both at the same time were taken to live together for eternity