24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
He was everything to her,
Her sun and moon,
The first one she called when something went wrong,
He was everything, and just like that,
He was gone,
When she heard,
Her strings of sanity began to unravel,
Revenge rang in her head,
Like a diseased echo,
She used everything in her,
To destroy what had taken everything from her,
When he died, she became undone
This is my stop
You missed it
If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be
I know this stop
My home and livelihood are right near there
What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?”
What will I do if I get out at the next stop?
Will I have to ride for eternity?
I think you intentionally kept me trapped here.
Wait? It’s okay. This one is closer to my vision.
jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon
A.
Laying seven eggs
in the A of the Walgreen’s sign
City birds get by
B.
Nestled in the rafters
of a high-rise parking garage
City birds still sing
C.
The songs of city birds
Sound every bit as sweet
As on lovely country lanes
Everyone does what they can.
At lease I hope that’s true.
Wouldn’t it be great if we had the technology
to reverse the effects of plastics in the environment?
Wouldn’t it be wonderful
If we could?
Of course,
It’s not enough
to take plastic out of the environment,
We have to stop putting it there!
The rain softly fell and soaked into the ground
though there wasn’t much soil to soak.
The trees were so green and full
the grass so lush and green
A Robin Redbreast hopped around and found
breakfast for his family
Dogs in the park frolicking in the mist
enjoying each other’s company
In the background,buses and cars and big trucks huffing and puffing
along the highways without regard to the
tiny bit of country set in the middle of the big city
They call this city,
I dream of you
lay my head to rest
and pray
imagine the wind
is a gentle caress
a blessing from beyond
I curse the day
you walked away
my tortured soul
manufactures lies.
easy to imagine
your shadow plays upon the wall
do you cling to her
like you clung to me?
are you lying there
heart stopped by foul play?
is your wandering mind,
lost in a time warp?
Come back to me
and sleep my darling
by my side once more
no questions will I pose
as you repose in peaceful bliss
history expunged, nothing amiss
deep in the concrete jungle,
there is a small oasis
hidden in the courtyard of aging hotel,
a forgotten service entrance,
cracked sidewalk,
seeds blown
caught in the crevice’s
dust gathered by rain,
layers
roots growing down,
limbs shooting up,
a nest
fertilizer,
a leaky pipe,
a small lake,
flowers bloom
bees,
drink,
the sweet nectar,
a hive,
a little jungle
that no one sees.
An arched gable leads out
To a field of molten sunshine
A tempting promise
As I peek through closed doors
Hoping to find a key that fits