24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I want to burn
Not like a match’s golden flame,
Or fiery pixels in an online warrior’s game.
Not lava red or like a blinding solar flare;
Not glowing embers or a sharp prismatic glare.
I will fill my lungs with uncorrupted light,
Intimidate with radiance as my bones ignite.
I will become an unexpected sight
Pierced by a new light fierce and white
Transcending with angels of the starry night
and burn so bright,
and burn so bright.
dear she who is about to complete the Poetry Marathon,
Let your nimble fingers dance upon the keys, there are only a few more hours before the sun hits the horizon and nine am comes.
You’ve been through some trenches and come out the other side. This too shall pass.
If you let your eyes rest and they arrived somewhere inside of a Dream don’t fret, your awakening will come when the clock stops counting and so do you.
You are about to have accomplished something only few attempt and even less understand.
Feel proud.
Love,
me
On a windy day I was away
Tearing my way against blow
When all of a sudden a seed feathery
Kissed my face and refused to go.
That was one of the uncertain journey
The seed took to meet its face.
She knew nothing but just flew by
Hoping to get the tight soil to germinate.
The seed of hope was must
To take the final step ahead
In the direction correct
Till the time you don’t grip the grid.
Many times we give up
Because we know not the future
So fear pull us down
Shattering our hopes to shine.
rushing swirling torments of pain
hurt frustration anger
coursing through my very soul
everlasting?
i don’t know.
information, bits of thought
pummeling my brain
scratching down my insides
crying to remain.
regretful tears fill my toes
why can’t it be me?
naked feelings
set a~loose
despair and anguish
rack my being
~lightning comes~
hope?
much affection
friendship certain
all inside
…nothing makes sense…
does it ever?
~~one thought pressing on my lips~~
(do i dare?)
I Love You.
There’s an hour for every kind
of music, but, after midnight
on a lonely night,
finding the right Dylan songs to play
seems the only way to serve the time.
And sit
with a glass of red wine,
looking at the cover of Highway 61 Revisited.
He still has that tilt to his head.
I hover behind the bodies
of traveling friends, at peace
and waiting within.
I am here,
I reassure myself,
buoyed by their blind support.
None turn back,
but their love is pervasive
just the same.
Their attention is focused
on the next stop,
to a place washed clean
and bright, its promise
enshrined in glowing color,
an animate stained glass window
bejeweled with muted headlights
approaching as though
drawn to our gravity,
centered.
I’ll thank you in advance for this.
I appreciate a well-placed kiss.
Small kindnesses aren’t small to me.
Just be yourself and I’ll be me.
With acts that match our loving words.
We’ll create a love that doesn’t hurt.
We’ll find the joy in every day.
And welcome tears along the way.
We’ll be genuine in all we do.
Dear Future Love, I summon you.
I adorn my body
for you
await, yearn
your touch
my hair brushed to shine
glory pinned
so you can let it spill
to lay like sea foam on your chest
gowned in diaphanous silk
draped in velvet
hidden delights
to entice and tease
upon my tender lips
a ruby red stain to tempt
and tantalize, beguile
fire an unquenchable flame
in the warm light
of glowing embers
my eyes devour you
let spill my soul, my love
Our drumming hearts
beat in quickened tempo
hands explore, possess
bodies hot with desire
And in the cresendo
of desire quenched
we bathe in tender adulation
entwined, skin-to-skin, satiated
Pools of yellow in the sun
I plucked you from fathers lands
Sap sticky on my childhood hands
Gone to seed in a perfect sphere
Laughing as you kissed my chin
I blew your seeds into the wind
Until my feet bleed I’ll stand
waiting for you
Hang by the toes with halved
fingernails caked with dirt
I’ll take death’s door before you
and leave nothing but
your smiling face looking
back at me from the shore