24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Shrinking World
The day came when he said, my world has become very small –
my bedroom, bathroom, the toilet. But that was spacious
compared with the day, not so long after that
he struggled for the last time onto the bed.
This is where I’m going to spend
the rest of my life, isn’t it?
Less question than fact.
And it was. The rest
of his life lasted
just three
days.
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Silent they stand
Watching over us
Unbothered by squirrels climbing
And birds nesting
But when the wind comes
Their secrets they spill
Whispering to one another
As gossip passes across town
Neighbors agitated by these sentinels’ betrayals
Doors slam, tempers rise, heads ache
Wind dies, calm is restored
Totally tired of everything
Missing the time
Clashing thoughts
Need to unwind
Suffocating feeling
So alone
So alone
So alone
Lingering thoughts of vanishing
Clearing out
Too tired
Really tired
Beyond exhaustion
Feeling lock down
Too locked away
Set me free
Let go of me
Set me free
Let go of me
Prompt # 8 Hour # 06
2:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019
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.