24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You don’t know which words
to even dig for.
You’re paralyzed as rock
but at least that keeps you
from jumping off the cliff,
at least you recognize all the problems
lining up to take you even lower
past all the heaped-up piles
of useless syllables
that jumped.
J. Pratt-Walter
6/22/2019
He’s said:
I desire you
Your time
Your affection
Love
Your deepest secrets
Your insecurities
Passion
I want to be right there
With you
I want to lay next to you
Hold you
I want to breathe you in
Feel you
Give you all the love
Within me
I want to talk to you about
Everything
I want to put a smile on your face
To brighten my day
Give you unconditionally love
You’re my world
I want to be in your dreams
To make them come true
I want to be your shoulder to cry on
Your pain is my pain
I want to be your safety net
Your protector
I want to be the one to help you
Overcome your obstacles
I want to be the one to make you happy
You’re my heart
Overall baby I want you all of you
Good/bad
You are my present and my future
Walk into the sunlight
Feel it caress your neck
Allow it to seep into who you are
Brightening the darkness out
Stop trying to control the world
It doesn’t belong to you
Stop cleansing the deceit
Stop trying to fix the broken
Bask in the sunlight
Feel the light of All That Is
come to you, bathe you
Deliver you from the evil
Lurking in every corner these days
Love is the answer
To all the questions
Even these days
When the shadows run the world
Bask in the sunlight
Feel it caress your neck
Feel the joy
Only warmth can bring
Crystal waters lap at my feet
I lay watching the stars
Looking for the stories they tell
Heros and monsters of simple times
Shining from deep blue
Throwing light to the pale water
My breath loud as thunder in such quiet
I really liked the stary mountain picture and the ocean one under it. So I tried to include a little of both in the poem. (Also doing my best to be on time)
I’m on my second now. My first ended on the sandy shores of an ocean of despair.
Approaching the rocks, a woman stood idly by nursing the wounds of the offspring who recently emerged from obscurity. Think nothing of it and move on.
The shockwaves of existence rattle through your bones as the world stops to let you off. The frigid water engulfs you in a torrent of pain as all the misery comes flooding back to you in one fell swoop. Every word starts running through your head: anguish, purgatory, existential ambiguity.
The laws of nature prevent you from extricating yourself in full force. As you stumble back into your tawdry and ever-so-surreal existence, it becomes all the more apparent you’re not alone in more ways than one. Every step you take is another bullet rattling around in your memory as you make the sweet escape, never looking back on what might have been, not that you’d ever be able to in the first place.
This is where we stand for better or worse and right now maybe that’s the only thing we really need.
Bandage my fingers
Virginia Carraway Stark
The road is at my feet again
I take a tentative step forward
I can’t wait to see
How each time I crest
Each new horizon
I fall in love
With every view
Again and again
And how there are the very few things
that never change
for if they did
the adventure wouldn’t be worth trip
hand in hand
ask me never
if I need your hand on mine
to make life worth living
or the spirit of adventure in my ever step
I remember the swans
floating on that stream
the one where I wore the llama shawl
and we plucked our first dreams
from weeping willows
trailing branches
broken fingers in the current of never ending delights
Examining each flower for perfection
finding it and it was more than enough
to leave it to grow and exhale
We are pioneers of love
of life
though they slapped our hands
and tried to break our fingers
Our children have become plentiful
Swimming behind us in a line of love
Don’t ever give up
I’m sometimes a bit slow
I trip on my love
as I drag my broken fingers in the stream
This is where we saw the sun rise
Land of unfettered dreams
Bandage my hands for me
make me whole again
then I’ll be what you imagined
and you’ll be all I dreamed of too
it can be like a movie
where there are clean sheets
and the movie is over
a new movie begins
it’s the land of new stories beginning
this old ones stale and done
She thought she needed more
than who she was.
She did not see the things
that she was capable of.
Like a garden long forgotten
in full bloom
she had a beauty
that not even she knew.
-h.e.m. 12 pm
We’re old enough to recognize
how wise and cool we are,
and young enough to apply
our wisdom almost almost
forever.
J. Pratt-Walter
6/22/2019
Darkness
Dementors
Dejection
Join hands in tandem
Happiness
Ameliorators
Affection
Swim faraway ibidem
He might be here tomorrow
He might not (more…)
I got a baby sister when I was four
But like a lot of former “only children” do
I didn’t want her for very long or to have any more.
Now she is my very best friend and I am hers, too.
We moved away to a tiny town
Into a tiny house while daddy built ours.
In a cow pasture on the road two lots down,
Grown green and alive with wildflowers.
My favorite show was Puffnstuff.
I watched it every day.
Jimmy, with his British voice, seemed tough
Because of his magic flute, that’s what I chose to play.
Daddy didn’t hurt me anymore after this year.
Whether he started on my sister then, I am not very clear.