24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Wide awake after
evening siesta
yet gloomy
of not being entitled
enough sleep
to be greeted
by a cup full
of Tea
plucked by finest tea leaves
of Kenya
gifted by my loved aunt.
Tea isn’t a refreshment
but a celebration
in office and no less at home
where the evening get together
is just an excuse.
Copyright © Snigdha
R-Revive an angst moment
E-Even from a distance
M-Meditate in silence
E-Elevate a prayer
M-Manage to control
B-Better to forgive
E-Engage in service
R-Reason to believe
(Hour Seventeen-Maritza M. Mejia(
I try to
jig
to the
swallowtail.
I try
really
hard
but it’s
just too
damn
fast.
I’ll
dance
to the
crow
instead.
A wave of Melancholia
washed over me,
drenching all my thoughts .
It was the quiet sorrow
that destroyed me from within,
tears trickle down.
Zoned out
His voice takes me to a place
full of tragedy and its beauty.
It compels me to pick
up my pen and word
out every fleeting feeling.
It’s an art the way
he moves you
with the sorrow in his voice.
I miss the way how
Don McLean can unwrap my soul
and free my spirit and how I swirled
feverishly in circles until I felt dizzy.
The song Vincent Van Gogh
can make the numb hurt again.
It resurrects inexplicable feelings.
j.r.m©
I love the way you reached for me before fully awake
strong arms masking musky morning breath
kissing. my mate
coffee expresse’ed, toasted bagel on a plate
hurried through and (in spite of you!), just maybe I won’t be late
it was in this fashion that we came to know our passions –
treble clefts, timbales and a few missed electric bill due dates
with and through this plus more we came to seal our fate
now jaws sunk in, skin so thin you look at me and say
hey, my angel, happy to see you again.
many mornings long ago we waked and loved just so
Our chats on long boring days
About nothing and everything
Me impatient, you ever the story teller
Never thought a time would come
When I longed for one more story, one more impossible dream
It was, it is too much to bear
I miss the smile I had in your arms
The tender sweetness wrapped knowingly
Peaceful
I miss the cool softness of your touch on my head
I miss the pooling of sheets on this sweet bed
Aww sleep how I miss you
Soon you will be mine
I will enjoy you for many hours
Perhaps till the end of time
My true calling?
What is with
All the questioning
Pointedly objected
Forever scarred
Early on, from ones she loved
Now weary, scared
Exhilarating- freeing
In creative be-ing
But it’s not a job
How to change that feeling
Dig, further in
It’s okay, to start again
Always easier
Said than done
Always slipping
Stumbling, fumbling
Opening the wounds
Of old
Overcoming, so profound
The suitcase
packed tightly
with treasures
some clothes
and some…
other stuff
important to me
probably not
to anyone else
my treasures
are unique