25. Gemini : I and Me (Bonus 1) Diamante
I
Confident, Hopeful
Caring, Working, Trying
I, Strong…Me, Transmuted
Crying, Fading, Breaking
Mercurial, Curious
Me
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24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I
Confident, Hopeful
Caring, Working, Trying
I, Strong…Me, Transmuted
Crying, Fading, Breaking
Mercurial, Curious
Me
All rights reserved copyright (c) 2019 Natasha Vanover
Fragile pill-bug,
rolly poly round.
Loosened carapace
crumbling under
rotting log. Black
soil vibrates with
grubs. Settlers in
a settled plot.
Hungry chomps,
gushy squirms,
chitinous chitinous
chitinous. Pill-bug.
Rolly poly friend.
There’s a lady whose time
Marks in rhythm and rhyme,
And she’s writing a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there, she knows,
If the bookstores are closed,
With the right word, she can get what she came for.
But today’s not that day.
All the words are put away.
And the staircase is littered with poets.
All in slumber and sleep,
Their quills gathered in heaps
And their parchment strewn to the heavens.
Oh, oh,oh, oh, and she’s writing a stairway to heaven.
Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin, 1971
Tapping keys turn to
Love over time. But is it
Going to last long?
I almost left all my poems in the draft state… please all remember to publish!
This song was the 80’s version of a holla
nowaday, you just ask for a phone number
he was asking for a dance
First appearing on screen with
medium length
Messy hair
Wearing a half zipped leather jacket
his bare chest out
This video was a simple journey
Of cool
all standing band members in the back
rocking with keyboards,
electric guitars strapped
While he sang
with
Folded arms
and body movements
About his kind of woman
Instructing her to slide next to him
Not once seeing her dance
but back then I guess she didn’t have to
this song wasn’t tough
just flirtatious
the kind you would play at a pizza
and beer party with friends
while you dance with the one
you want to get next to
This kind of fun
Is my idea of the 80’s
carefree and wild
Well, I made it. Even if that meant operating at a fraction of my capacity.
I’ll definitely be revisiting this last one… It needs more. But it’s the most I can manage at this point.
Congratulations Marathoners!

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
She sends you messages in the dreams that you have as you sleep.
The land is neither male nor female, yet she feels like a mother to you.
Her heart is strong.
She tries to lead you to rivers and tributaries that connect to the sea.
Her mind is curious as can be.
She teaches you to follow Orion in the sky.
Find your compass like the birds and butterflies who fly.
Finding their way home
Like you who will never be truly lost.
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remembering the not-so-old days
1.
They fought a lot.
We knew that.
We always thought
fighting & staying together
was better than ]\\\\ Separating.
So many of our friends
endured steps. It didn’t seem
worth it. Now I’m not so sure.
To be honest
I haven’t really thought
much about dad’s “status”.
I’ll survive with him or not.
It’s mum I’ll always miss.
Rueben tried to play
peacemaker tag.
Always putting himself
in the middle of their arguments
in the hope it might end them.
He was too little to realise.
2.
Weird. For me it’s the reverse
Mum took off when I was two
so my memory of her
is somewhere between
next to nothing
& absolute zero.
Dad worked in the garage
Long hours. Long long hours.
Whether because there was
so much work or simply
avoiding me, I’ll never know.
It was my granny who basically
brought me up. Took me to sport,
watched me play, helped with homework,
even with girlfriend troubles eventually.
All that stuff. Taught me to cook too.
She was an excellent chef.
Awww now you’re just teasing me.
But yes, I’m pretty good in a kitchen.

Walk this Way
Before you could even walk on your own
We made you dance
No wonder music is your first love