24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You were there
rocking that porch
chair.
The loose board squeak
A rhythm so pleasing
to my ears.
We had grown old, enjoying the ease of life.
Lemonade and finer things
Amidst the sparrow song and the raven call
That loose board squeak
quickly became
The most beautiful sound
I had ever heard.
C. Churchill
the light wind blows through my hair
the sunset in the background is all I see
until you call my name
as if breaking from a trance
I have been in all my life
I see you at last
and though I want to ask where have you been
no words leave my heart
just tears of happiness
or maybe fragments of the past pain
I would never know
just that you are here, now
and I couldn’t wish for anything more!
There on the hilltop
Going click
A single Knight
In her shiny kit
Across the way
Down by the river
A parade of people
With arms and quivers
Above the river
A bright blue awning
Sitting beneath it
A Queen’s Maid is yawning
Without much fanfare
The Royals arrive
In Ebony carriage
Drawn by beetles of 9
The Knight mounts her horse
Riding down the hill
She draws out her blades
And begins with her kills
Go first for the wheels
So none can escape
Then slay the beetles
Whose clattering seems fake
Then slay the armed
Who guard the royal Queen
Who somehow hasn’t noticed
Distracted by distinct green
The Queen fools around
With the Duke of the Hound
While hundreds of houses
Are burned to the ground
You know she’ll die last
It’s not just a murder
You kill them all
Regardless of girder
She finally flees
Into crystal castle
You climb along outside
Despite the enormous hassle
Only to behead her with a fork in the neck
Stabbing quite quickly, perforation, tears, and check
The Knight rides away and the sun sets unbidden.
The Knight sees it all, even secrets you’ve hidden
It’s been a long time
since I’ve managed to blink
for fear that I’ll miss
something important
I wanted to know
the truth of all creation
and I’ve regretted it
ever since
Everyone I ever knew
Has crowded onto my bed
Which is impossibly large and only grows
But I can see their faces each so clearly
Their mouths opening to speak
All one wordless noise
And then they’re gone
Proportions restored
And there you are
Breathing softly
Beside me
Raidho
Are you ready for this journey?
The one that we call life
Do you have a destination?
Happiness, toil or strife
Are you moving forth with life force?
Or just along for the ride
Who straddles the saddle with you?
Friend, foe or nye
Are your ways and means ready?
Or are you just riding blind
Are you really in your body?
Or just traveling in a dream
I want to be in the sun with cocktails and you,
but I’m swimming in work with no end.
I’m plotting escape while battling sharks, Managing breaths that must last.
you lips are too far away in the surf, safe while I toil away.
your image fades and waters deepen,
leaving my skin cold as your warmth drifts further away.
The eyes are everywhere
Daring…
Glaring…
Faces at the windows
Staring…
Despairing…
Curled up in bed I hear your breath
Softly rumbling, sound of death
My head upon the pillow lies
In the dim light, a shadow flies.
My bladder aches, but I don’t dare
Get out of bed, I am too scared
The atmosphere is full of hate
I just can’t believe this is my fate.
I tremble inside, sheets up to my chin
I see the people, won’t let them in.
I whimper softly, eyes open wide
I know that there is no place to hide.
Walking sounds outside the door
I hear footsteps cross the floor.
A creak…
A snap…
A squeak…
A clap…
This house it’s called a place of Zen
I won’t dare stay here again.
I am the feather strokes of sage
Brushing against my palm
The desert sand shifting underfoot
I am the inhale that breaths the world
The intoxicating aroma of memory
Past and present alive in the same moment
I am the pressure that becomes a whisper
That becomes a cry, pealing across the sky
Filling the world with a cacophony of sound
I am the face that flickers
From my feet to the clouds
Scans mountain ranges and sapling forests
Soaks in the splashes of wild-flowers
Color in a sepia landscape
I am the parched lips parted
When the swirling cumulous let go the first drops of rains
I am the moisture sliding down my own throat, refreshed
I am beyond these things as I am them
I am inspiration like electricity flashing
Lightening the darkness and then gone
Flickers remaining to dance
along your skin
across your retinas
around your taste buds
about your nostrils
against your eardrums
Do you know who I am
Years before I thought I knew
Somehow my soul was lost to me
Here I am, misplaced in time
Walking on a distant shore
Although I don’t know where I am
I am myself in finding you
Finally I am free
While our journeys shall entwine
I see now that I am more