24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
she ran when others walked,
she danced alone, a storm on the dance floor
she was more than rebel, she was the wind
a wild flower, expelling her seeds to roam the earth
an ocean wrapped in skin
let the world try to define her,
to box her
civilisation was a prison
she walked out of.
been to this juncture three times before.
Never with the boost of so many prompts
my friends think I’m crazy but I love to write
poetry is never as good as when completely spontaneous.
But I love this time every year.
Bleary eyed and wiped I roll over one more time on the alarm clock
this time, knowing it’s the last one this 24 hours, I struggle to find any inspiration
missed a couple in the middle of the night hours
had to catch up
falling asleep as I typed
words come words go but hearts stay open
Caitlin and Jacob hold us in a perfect container
And another one down and another one down
we did it
Dear Future Love,
I can’t believe I have finally met you.
You came into my life in a flash of ultraviolet light.
As fresh and as fine as I can imagine.
You are kinder than I envisioned.
Smart and funny on the outside and deep on the inside.
Just how I like it.
Your patience is grounding.
Yet, I know it may be growing thinner with me.
It is more than a gift that your interest never wanes.
Two balls of energy that reinvigorate each other.
Your sense of humor is like a badge you wear for all to share.
It is as open and as inviting you make everyone feel.
You evoke a sense of home no matter where we go.
Your heart and your chest call me home to rest.
Even when I may not know the place.
You make everyone feel at home, not just me.
You came into my life out of the blue.
If I I had not invited you in to help me move my books before the rain,
I don’t know if I would’ve ever be the same.
On that rainy day,I found fresh fruit to share with you.
My shoulders were bare and my heart was open.
Unbeknownst to me, my heart was shifting too.
You changed everything I believed in about love.
I knew not how to “think”, all I could do was “feel”.
I felt your heart, and I was not ever the same.
You sing without regret.
Spit lyrics and their meanings without hesitation.
With or without music when I’m near
I feel the rhythm of your vibe.
You pull me close, showing me what it’s like to be alive.
Every day and every night you bless me with more than a kiss.
We pray we cook, we dance, we play, and we continue to grow.
I’m so grateful you are no longer just a dream.
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Seeds were planted deep beneath the surface.
Created to produce the bitter with sweet.
Flourishing while nourishing our bodies from the heat.
Sometimes its strange fruit was wonderful and unique.
But the blackness in their eyes would not let it be.
Dollars were created to systemize the poor from the wealthy.
Paper used to produce a new pair of shoes or remind us of the cost of food.
Sometimes its strange fruit was impactful and full of greed.
The blackness in their eyes became blind and numb
to what our president has become.
Prophets and gods were idolized to determine the value of human worth.
Manifesting a life and immortalizing a death all in the same breath.
Sometimes its strange fruit was full of awe and fear.
The blackness in their eyes kept the truth hidden for thousands of years.
Birdsong and first light announce morning’s arrival. But I choose to sleep.
Full basket
September puppy
Waiting to be born
All my eggs
In this basket
Morning
Wags and kisses
Coming home
Greetings
Leaning in to
My sad stories
Laughing at
The same jokes
Big pressure
For a little guy
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Meeting you was a joy.
A heart, a smile, laughter,
And peace.
Loneliness,
Pushed away,
By you.
You understood my dark
Moments
And sent me joy to
Help me survive.
We weren’t what we could be
But we what we needed to be.
One day, we can be more
But for now, we are memes,
Gifs, videos, and pics.
We are more than the texts and
Calls.
We are vast,
Like the universe.
A mystery.
When I was young
I would hide
Submerge myself fully underwater
Eyes closed
Only my gentle exhale keeps me company
A secret joy
In knowing
I am sequestered from the world
Sweet Dreams
My sweet darling
I love you so
Sweet dreams
Hear my whispers fade
Feel my hand reach for yours
Sweet dreams
This time was fun
But it is time to go
Sweet dreams
Sleep is calling
My eyes are closing
It’s time for bed
Just one more kiss
Don’t forget to stop
and breathe
Sweet dreams
The park was filled with laughter
Shouts and feet running in time together
The swings making soft squeaks
The chains needs a drop or two of oil
The slide smooth and fast
Making you feel like flying
Now thought the swings have rusted
Barely able to move in the breeze
The slide falling apart
Half on the ground
There are only whispers heard here
From the adults who wish to be young again
Woot finished!!! That is poem 24!! So I did sleep a little more than planned at one point but I still made it through on time!! So I’m very proud of myself. And of everyone else who had done the full or half marathon!!!