24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Our prayer plant
returned from the dead
several times.
She prays every night.
my stripling avocado trees
grown from the pits
tipped over in transit
and never recovered
the hanging, trailing
house plants of our youth —
no longer a fad,
where do they grow?
We collide
Long before
We lose ourselves
To everything outside
And lost in good feelings
Something more
Realizing things
Are not ever the same
We took for granted
That completeness around our innocence
Corrupt in the end
2212 Episode 1
World War IV
Sergeant Jackson in the war
English army
Sent to France
French are taking over Europe
Already they have Germany and Spain
Both were weakened in World War III
Less ammo
Less money
Less soldiers
Sergeant Jackson’s squad
Stationed in Denmark
Awaiting the next strike
The next night
The French sneak up…
living buried
under great ash heaps
restless quiet
almost forgotten
she thundered spouted buried
steam ashes
sky
night fire
in time
steep and thick
craggy wild fire
bellows
casts out
cinders crushed
stiff ashes rise to far countries
bellowing
air
pure
Solace is his voice
Loneliness is his absence
Dinner is his soul
Perfect magnolias
Each petal precisely bloomed
A satin ribbon trails
The colour of golden cream
Every inch you step
Takes you a little bit further
From me? to me?
But I gave you legs
Use them
My hands will always be here
To replace my apron strings.
I was always told to watch shadows
They hold more than secrets
If I’m not careful they will take me
You don’t notice it the first few times
But get caught a time too many
And you become the shadow
Watching and waiting to become human again
Oops late again lol. Well I should be getting on track.
I wanted to take all my experiences
the pain, the happiness
the peaceful times, the chaos
the precious moments, the weird ones too
and bundle all of them into a rhyme
but then I realized it already existed
it’s a poem we call ‘life’.
In those private new people
Anything around had crim
That’s where the whole thing
Decided to feel
Replaced
Heartbroken