24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Everything I know of me I know because of you.
Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue.
My literal identity is bridged inside your smile.
My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles.
Thank you for being the one to teach me family has a meaning.
Keep guiding my path, I can feel your spirit intervening.
jj2017
Distance is a bridge we can never cross,
memory the only place we survive,
the hunger in your eyes, echoed by mine,
our surrender complete, then fate
dealt her hand, I remain an echo walking
through years and you dust turning to land.
-s.j.duncan-
As I sit under
Chihuily Sky
Reflections from
the lighting
sculpted another
oceanic painting
that tangoed above
lettered men
Glass columns
framed in
aluminum
guarded the
kitchen dancing
silverware
castenetas doing a
stilleto waltz
trance across the
white table cloth
And I, the invisble
woman sit
and people pass by
and I am furniture
30’s music bounce
along the walls
fantastic
It’s Friday and cold
I cried too many
times this week
Saying I’m sorry
Being told I’m sorry
I
look
I
write
poor
pour
Under Chihuily
Skies
A white girl stood
in front of me
and said sorry
The whole week
In a split second
fell like an anvil
on
my
head
I was sorry
not
Oh, so sorry
I left quickly
enforce trouble had
a holiday
for sitting on a
bench under
Chihuily sky
I fought back the tears
in my special place
of beauty
Never to return
writing poems
to an imaginary lover
Trying not to do
something stupid
and
chose
life
Thinking of your
beautiful Chihily
eyes
and my new
thriftstore coat
How many frog elbows do I have to kiss
in the evening so that I finally
find my prince in broad daylight?
I put on my raincoat and go to
the lake to find out the answer.
But what a surprise to find you there!
Who are you? It does not matter,
our readers will never discover
because it must remain a mystery!
As the sun rises her tears dry from the heat
pushing the limits of her body, mind, and spirit.
The finish line is just around the corner and her throat is dry from the lack of water
and her head starts to throb from dehydration.
Unable to feel her legs she focuses on her mind before her body fails.
The spirit is reserved for the very end of this race.
As her mind starts to picture the most beautiful images
and takes her to an island, a garden, the ocean, the river and at last an incredible waterfall is just ahead
She swallows the hard film resting along her cheeks
and opens her mouth to taste the refreshing coolness of the spring water flowing along the rocks.
Finally, her secret weapon is released and spirit bursts in with the energy as she completes the final mile.
I have escaped nostalgia
Missing nothing and no one
For in each moment I am here
And because I am here, I am love
Therefore I love.
I cannot miss that which is
Within my soul everlasting
Divinely connected through me
To eternity. Because I am love,
I can only love.
Oh lazy Sunday
Tbe best day to rest,
To try and relax
With winter breeze.
Loving this chill
To invigorate,
Walking through it
Feeling alive.
Nothing like this on a Sunday.
Cold to the touch, yet flames were ever present
Deadly carmine graced her lips
Tight crushed garnet locks framed her powder painted face
Dark and distant eyes, captive, defiant, and rimmed in red
As she looked away, always away.
Today technology has advanced with
social media ensuring various platforms
are available for interactions, for
reducing the distance that time and
boundaries of countries have created
We have Whatsapp, Facebook, Instagram,
Twitter and yet we are not connected
Two decades ago, we had none of these
We had innocence, we had friendship,
we had time and we had intent
Our friendship knew no boundaries
It was pure, filled with support,
trust, laughter, joy at small things,
encouragement when we faltered,
and being there for each other
When, how, and why did we drift apart?
Today, we have our own lives, I
know we have our own joys and sorrows
But, we don’t have each other
I no longer have the right to call
you by the nick name, like I did
when we were children. When we shared
our dreams, somehow we did not realize
that fulfilling those dreams would
be at the cost of our friendship
(c) Vijaya Gowrisankar
Many fond memories
Good times with friends
Studying hard
Homework assignments
TV show binges
Four and a half years together
Now, nearly that long apart