24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In the beginning, was nothing,
No mass, only pure energy.
The nothing that became something
In defiance of entropy
Defiance, though, implies something –
Someone did this deliberately
The energy, and decision,
Both came from God, in his wisdom.
Form: Ottava Rima
This one’s clunky. Definitely one to revisit after the event. Meanwhile – onward!
Prompt: Write a poem set before the world as we know it came to be.
Water on my Skin
I squish my water bottles as I drink
so I can slurp the water through a tunnel,
snake it past my teeth, afraid of getting wet.
A splashing dolphin lamps sits above
my tv, a prize from Chuck E. Cheese,
grows dusty, always left unplugged.
I don’t shower in the rain or touch
the garden hose, I watch as roses wilt
and die, heavy with buds that will never grow.
[EXT] [DAY]
Feet, all men’s by the types of shoes – loafers, wingtips, sneakers, cowboy boots –
all walk on a sidewalk. Again, by the types of shoes, we can see the styles are
early ’60s. We’ve just elected the first Catholic president, and girls are wearing beehives in this
small town.
As the camera pans out,
we see a sidewalk in a nice town in a state we don’t have to
address unless/until we want a specific reference that necessitates
(so, of course, we can shoot anywhere)
Over the above visual, per the opening scene of MEDIUM COOL, which this film references:
the Byrds’ “You Ain’t Going Nowhere.”
I guess it’s safe to say,
that all things happen for a reason
that all roads lead back to home
that if it’s meant to be, it will be
but what if..
what if things don’t happen for a reason
that all roads don’t lead back to home
what happens if it’s meant to be, but it’s not?
then I’m stuck here, lost, I’m limbo
with a pen in my hand
As it clacks on my notebook, wondering about all of
“what if’s”
that will never happen
pipe smoke
I want you to write a poem about a journey, a literal or metaphorical one, but you cannot use the word journey or trip in the poem
Squat crosslegged, backbone erect, shoulders pushed back slightly
Eyesight straight ahead, close eyes gently /
Deeply breathe in, deeply breathe out
Oblivious to time and whereabout /
Imagine … Physically here but Mentally there
There on top of a mountain, the wind in your hair /
There on a sandy beach, hear the sea gull’s shrill cry
There under the night sky, looking up at the stars that mystify /
There in dense forests, birds butterflies flutter among green trees
Mind flies Anywhere, Somewhere, Everywhere…and Life gets a new lease /
Imagine … Mentality there and Spiritually everywhere !
One step forward, three steps back
I jump forward twice to catch up the slack
Up and down and all around
The path once lost is once again found
I keep going until I’m told
That is success, I have reached my goal
At sixteen, my life was marching band.
Such precision was mandatory,
Such stamina was obligatory.
The band was my family, much better than home.
Camaraderie was unbreakable.
Esprit de corps was inevitable.
Feelings I never knew before.