24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You are my screen
You are bright
You are loud
You are pretty
You are mean
You keep me awake
You watch me as I sleep
You follow me through the day
You are the only light at night
You show up in my dreams
I find it hard to believe
I want you to be warm
I want you be seen
I want you to be here
But you are just my screen
True story ( ©️ H.J )
2019: In response to Prompt 7
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“LOCKED”
Corners of my memory,
Haunted by ten years of calamity;
Locked out!
Kept in!
Captive, can’t win…
Ten years,
A million fears,
And one baby boy.
Wails and tears,
No one hears –
I endured ten years of my greatest fears.
lie awake in the misty morning
and time is
a fast flowing stream
sounding the alarm
too quickly.
lie awake in the quiet of midnight
and time is
a thick muddy swamp
oozing with danger
and disappointment.
Some days I feel lost
Separated from myself
Like there is a me going about
But not present
Like my soul got locked out
Out of this house I call a body
The day ends and I’m not sure
What happened and where the day went
THE CAB RIDE
That night in the cab
It was dark and late
I was drunk and drab
End of the night date
left me all alone, a stab
that night in the cab
My heart bled
I felt betrayed, alone
Why had he fled?
My makeup off, hair blown
that night in the cab
I can only bemoan
My fate, my baggage
I drag it behind me, so wrong
Driver became savage
That night in the cab
A beast awakened
He did not caress, but grab
I felt abandoned
me and my mysterious ride
that night in the cab
That night in the cab
I grew up fast
and was left feeling sad
At my back door, past
curfews and sanity
Nightmare memories of the night in the cab…..
© Diane Morinich
As we walked towards the milky sun,
He told me They were One.
I studied Them in CCD,
But I never understood the Holy Trinity.
In His hand, he held a blade of grass.
“What do you see?” He asked;
I gazed at the grass for just a while
Before He told me to look outside;
He stretched His hand across the lawn
And again, asked what I saw.
A single blade in His hand,
Several blades across His land.
One, yet more than one.
He was the Spirit, the Father, and the Son.
One, yet Three.
The Holy Trinity.
Eyes open slowly, adjust in the dark.
Pressure.
Shallow breaths, shallow breaths.
Lips purse, I scream.
Sweat pools around the nape of my neck, dripping down my back.
The air is thick inside.
Sunglasses secured into place, it’s bright outside.
Sunny.
Cool air pours in through my window, I take a deep breath.
A scream rings out from my trunk, I turn the music up louder.
A police car drives past, I nod, my hands sweaty.
It’s a beautiful day out.
After reading the book I placed it on my side
All at once I drifted to Neverland I stride
Then Katniss Everdeen came calling loud and clear
So I jumped towards her fastly out of fear
We were armed we were ready anytime they show up
We will not allow them to finish us up
We will win in this game we will win in this battle
And our townmates could eat everyone will settle
But husband woke me up for I was making some noise
It’s as if I was shouting and fighting lots of boys
I got mad all at once why he did wake me up
We were in a battle I can’t leave Katniss up
Furious I’m so mad I will return to the field
I will Help Katniss out and we will be revealed
But that scene was so done I cannot go back in
I’s not true that I was with Katniss Everdeen.
Those who judge us are merely those who see what we show them.
They simply point is out as the black sheep,
Because we don’t follow their rules.
We are the ones creating this world,
While they simply live in it.
Watch them as they parish…
C. Burgess (c)