24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I’m forever playing catch-up to the tortoise
held back and back the faster my mind races on
and it seems I only run on empty
or not at all
I have ever been indentured to the slaves
held down and down the farther my spirit roams on
and it seems I only run on empty
or not at all
Still she stood as the master ordered
Her helper’s overalls were exchanged for a black revealing gown
Bought from the Maiden Fair store
Her master was an artist
Everyone knew him
She was privileged to work for him they said
She wondered what the privilege was
To stand for hours in a dress she was coerced to wear
First with bribes, then threats
She succumbed; she had brothers and sisters to feed
She stood with rage running through her veins
Be still, don’t shake he said
She stood still, planning in her head
On how to purchase
The powder they said that can’t be detected
When given in small amounts over a long period of time
A tiny smile appeared on her face
He captured it succinctly though not knowing why
Searching for the words
The one’s I’ve left to write
The one’s still trapped inside
Fighting to find light
I can bear them calling
Sense the images they paint
I can sense the being
Tongue speaks of as faint
Orchestrated motion
To perfect setting sun
Storm cannot stir
What has not begun
You’ve got me wrapped
Around those tiny little hands
And while I am not there now,
I just hope you can understand
Sometimes isolation is the cost
Of being a better woman.
I love you and
I miss you more than I planned.
She went to all of the best places,
sipped the very finest champagne.
While she knew she was the most gorgeous,
everyone described her as “most vain”.
The “Happiest Woman EVER”.
The headlines always read.
All were shocked by her finale,
by her own hand she’s totally dead!
Blue
is the
colour
of my
heart.
I tried
to colour
it green
once,
a colour
of renewal,
life and
hope
but the
crayon
was broken,
dull
and
useless.
I’ve gotten
used to
my
blue heart.
You can
get used
to
anything
if you
have
to.
I never (don’t say it) I never
had ever hoped to be without you like
I am now. You, sitting high with your God
Praising praises and good works (mother, do not encourage this)
and shit. All of it. You can have my empire of dirt and mud,
because you are so sure what you believe. Everything that was
fed to us (with a silver spoon, do not be unaware of that). So
positive of the mythology (and it’s all mythology) are you.
I want the girl who cursed. I want the girl strung out on conspiracy theories.
I’ll take the demons. I want them. Give them to me.
I want the girl with the darkness before it consumed
her and turned her into a golden plated hypocrite.
Wolfe
Sunshine kisses my skin
The warm breath of Mother Nature kisses my neck, face, arms, and legs.
Light caresses land like butterflies on delicate flowers.
Beauty and nature is found where you choose to look for it.
Awaken your senses and breathe it in deep.
Zeus himself came to earth
to conceive him with a mortal
and Hera hated her husband
for doing so, but the child was born
and he was named Hercules.
He had the power of gods,
but the heart of a man.
His labours are well-known
and nobody was braver.
I think that Venus also
offered him much beauty,
as in movies he is handsome,
not only strong and determined!
Most of my life, I’ve been petite.
A dancer, personal trainer,
five-foot-three, size two.
Then I became a writer.
Paid to sit and pen my words.
I’ve put on thirty-pounds over two years.
Honestly, I love writing, it’s the perfect job.
But I must say, I do miss my dancer’s body.