24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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…
I am
The smile that forms
When I hear my favorite song
I am
The sparkle in my eye
When I explore uncharted territory
I am
The sound of my voice
When I talk about something I love
I am
The laughter that comes
When joking with friends
I am
The arms embracing my child
When he needs his mother
I am
The tears that fall
When I remember heartache
I am
More than the sum of my parts
When I forget my self worth
I am
More than I think that I am
When self doubt rages inside of me
I am
The only one like me
The. Only. One.
And that’s a good thing.
I see you as a butterfly
as a momentary blur of color
a good omen
resting momentarily
coy and stunning
among the silky primrose petals
set off by verdant green
drinking in the bouquet
before bowing and lilting away
I see you as a moth
with torn paper wings
full of ambition
to greet the moon at its fullest
dangling in a star-mottled night sky
and settling for the small reading lamp
in my apartment
ricocheting off the walls
and eating my shirts
I would give you all my flowers
take my lights
and do what you will with my sweaters
it’s summer
I won’t need them
I see you
I will scoop you gently into my hands
Walk outside with you
And wait
brave thing
beautiful and scattered thing
do not get lost here
in hopeful confusion
dreamily searching
for sweetness
Drawn to His sweetness like a butterfly to nectar or a moth to a flame
Tender compassion meeting eyes holding back tears
Offering genuine Love to cover and supersede pain
His wide-open arms beg, trust me again
Safety and sustenance
Freely offered to me
Simply believe
At last, I have found
Safety and sustenance
His arms open wide, I can trust again
Unconditional Love that paid the price for Sin’s claim
Eyes of my heart, finding blessed redemption, freedom from fears
I cling to His sweetness, my soul spirit burns with His holy flame
Hallelujah!
Your green is sullied by the point of view of birds,
Redeemed in a different angle
That sees you blue.
They hug you and you carry them.
But every so often,
You blacken that which you nurture,
Spit on the face of an adventurer,
Thinking,
Death is a tiresome rotation,
And shipwrecks are a waste of wood.
These roads were horse tracks once, I hear;
curving slowly into the rising hill
easing the passage of harvest-heavy carts
hauled by teams of horses to each farm –
their sweating heads low, necks taut,
as their hooves spat sound – ice-sharp –
into a darkening sky.
I’m told that highwaymen roamed here too;
their cache remaining in the fields above the farm.
So when I walk these shadowed roads in winter
and the moon is all I have,
my thoughts are now of silver:
the cool wash of moonlight across a sour and empty hedge,
eyes gleaming, wet with fear, at this dark interruption;
the glint of silver at a horse’s foaming mouth.
Clear water help me clean my dusty hands
The moon laughs above and the fluorescent bacteria light the world below
The last of the rations have expired long ago
And my only cabin mate, a hermit crab, has found a shell in a distant land
My instincts continue to hatch movie-like plans
But my soul knows that my window of opportunity houses only shattered glass
I feel as though I’m home alone but with no home
The sea occasionally offers me meager signs of hope, only distant bright lights
The anchor tugs onto the boat like a yo-yo
I pace up and down the salt beaten wood thinking of what I would change
The world around me is counting down
Yet I can only think of the mustard laden sandwich we had shared together
When I set out on this cathartic journey, I just wanted to forget every last thought of you
As I now swim fully clothed in the infinitely obscure ocean, I have no idea of who I am
You ask me if my magic can save you
And I have to tell you no
Magic is only for those who believe
In the power of we
I cannot conjure something that you will not take to heart
Wrap your soul around
And believe can change the world
It’s not make believe
Enchant you? I cannot open prisons
Magic is not the key
You have the power to do that, not me.
If you do not believe, how can I fool you?
Magic is in your sinews and synapses
If you let it wrap itself in the pulses
Impulses brought to bear
Through powers hidden under layers
Delve deep into the mysteries
Buried in your frightened mind
And you will find that magic
Is only for the brave who believe