24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Attracted to that syrupy sweet
This dream’s not deferred
we meet like insects and nectar
On the lips of every word
Abundant with flourishing fruit
not a cut wildflower bouquet
This gathering and offering in pastures to play
Endlessly in serenity
Only the stars nightly lay
Amused of the splendor frolicking below in a way
Only God’s creatures giggle
And spirits don’t stay
Grounded
They surround the ones
That remind them of May
Her tresses,
aglow and aflame,
framed by the backdrop of the
blood moon.
Breathtakingly beautiful,
I stare at her,
my heart beating faster.
In awe of her beauty,
the blood moon hides behind a cloud,
shy.
Her breath stills the night,
her fragrance permeates.
The twinkle of her eyes
alludes to a hint of mischievousness
She is the most beautiful creation of God!
She is the most beautiful in the universe!
It is with pride, I announce,
She is my wife!
Hour Four
The Sentinels
Waterfall a sentinel
could tell us the unthinkable
racing on a hidden path
out of pristine night.
Stars look down upon it all
know a lot that came before.
Quiet eyes are full of light
we’re just a speck to them.
Mountains grew out of the earth
like children of a rocky birth.
Booming barging bigness
reminds me of our weakness.
The moon shines light, reflects the sun
enlightens paths we walk upon
doesn’t want anything
as it brightens up our night.
I look at life like it’s a maze
try to see beyond the haze
at mountains, moon and also stars
but also highways choked with cars.
River once was waterfall
accepts its path as it flows on
towards an ocean destiny
knowing time will set it free.
I walk along the rivers edge
can’t see its start or its end
step lightly as I try to hear
its message bubbling loud and clear.
Poem 4
Inspiration From Millie
Butterflies….
A physical representation of how life unfolds
A visual of how life can make you feel so small
Proof that before you walk you gotta crawl
Most times the ones around you don’t see your worth
They tend to overlook you
They feel you’re not that important on this Earth
Often times they reject you
Still you strive to evolve
You know your journey isn’t over
Even if you have to travel alone
You continue to push forward
As life takes it twist and turns
God promised you new beginnings
This is the moment you learned
About His promises of a beautiful ending
When everyone doubted you
God didn’t bat an eye
He said when I’m done with you
My dear girl you will surely fly
When the world turned away
God stayed
Spun you in His finest silk
Asked you to trust Him and be patient
When you rose again
You didn’t even recognize your own reflection
You may have fell down 9 times, got back up on 10
The world tried to steal your joy but He wouldn’t let them
God knew your worth when you didn’t
Elevated your life to show you that you were different
He changed your life even when you thought He wouldn’t
He designed you to stand out, not to fit in
….Soar high beautiful butterfly
Thank you for calling me your butterfly 🦋
You gave me strength to believe in my growth
Thank you for always seeing my worth
Love you ❤️
infinity
in this infinite space of everything i am
too many stars have fallen where i am infinite too when prayers
from infinity fill me with praying
fill me with prayers of infinity
i am all i am in all i am in all in all in all in all
to sit in the stars to feel the movement of it
for my dancing with the comfort of love so i am made more than i could dream to be.
(c) r. l. elke
Salvation
Art can make a man go mad
Madness can make a man go blind
And art can be his salvation
My dad told me about the Starry Night
How Vincent cut off his own ear
Art can make a man go mad
He taught me using vinyl records
Do you know what this song is about?
And art can be his salvation
In our little living room, I listened
to the lessons of song, and learned
Art can make a man go mad
A man gets lost, full of histories
Dad tinkered with his guitar
And art can be his salvation
And you, my father, there on a starry night,
Music linked you and me to all the stories
Art can make a man go mad
And art can be his salvation
It’s easy to skip breakfast
if you don’t get up till noon.
Nike’s snoring.
Do they make CPAPs for dogs?
Whose idea was it to name the white cake Angel Food
and the dark cake Devil’s Food?
And what about that sinister left hand?
Of course it’s okay to do laundry
during the Poetry Marathon.
Just don’t forget to add detergent
as you ponder your lines.
Maybe you should try the prompt next time.
won’t you come and live with us?
I’ll protect you she says
tears in her eyes.
I pause in painful silence
that a child so young could perceive
needs she should never imagine
I’d rather have my entrails torn
from my bloodied body
heart still beating life into my being
than know this innocent
already knows the depths of fear
palpable yet unspoken between her elders
her future lies in the balance
and I am powerless to protect her
from a mother who has no soul
Oh Come In! My DAAAHRLING!
With her head high,
as proud as a peacock,she walked.
The crowd paved way for her.
They looked at her,
some awing her valor,
some mocking at her back,
some with doubt,
some con-tempting her confidence,
They pointed the healing wounds all over her body,
but few did notice her bleeding heart inside.
Alone in the crowd,as a rape victim,
she went forward with algae of sour pains deep within…