24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The stones have been there
since the beginning
no, not of time
perhaps of our time
of our time in that place
The stones have served
as a marker, as a title
as a force, a reminder
They hold the secrets
of talks overheard
of kisses and misses
they witnessed
of bodies discovered
and those that were lost
A sweet retreat for two.
Water rushing in a cool pool of turquoise and blue.
Fruit wine aged for over 15 years opens the path to this natural wonder.
Two seed beads are placed overhead in unison.
Lovers clasp hands as they traverse the falls, a tributary vein to one of the eight rivers of the parish heart.
The Vagus nerve stimulated from head to toe from the spray.
Apophenia -Pareidolia in the rocks overhead are said to display two in one, possibly Bob Marley or his son.
He sees heart shaped stars when he wakes,and she sees tissue in the shape of paper hearts at her feet.
Both see hearts overhead in the sky when they meet.
All rights reserved copyright(c)2017 Natasha Vanover
The river knows all.
Swift or sluggish,
Swelled or shrunken.
It is versed in the wisdom of the earth –
In the song of the wind as it rustles the foliage,
In the scraping of overlapped branches,
In the crunch of trodden twigs,
In the dance of flowers and the pungency of ripe and rotting fruit.
It has babbled in the speckled light of evening sun through the trees.
It has seen the storm and swelled to meet it.
It has borne the snow, offered its surface to the winter wind, become a smooth sheet of ice,
Waiting for the embrace of spring sunshine
Before cracking, ear-splitting and thunderous,
To reclaim its form,
Regain its flow.
Its depths flavored with the salt of tears, with the rot of plant matter, with the cloying earthiness of mud, with fossil fragment and algal slime.
Tread lightly on its banks;
Pay respect to
Wisdom eternal.
The water drips drips
listen, absorb
its meaning so deep
it’s not understood.
It’s hard to understand
perhaps we cannot
but my ears can pick up
the rippling sound
I wake up to beautiful blue sky
and a tsunami warning on my iPad.
I check news and weather reports,
but find nothing on earthquakes
or other natural disasters.
Hours later, a message appears
saying the warning was a test.
I take my daily walk
with no device
on my wrist or in my pocket.
No steps will be counted.
Does my walk do me any good?
I keep falling for people who are wound
so tightly they are a marionette
to their own repressed emotion, and
if I spend long enough uncoiling
their laugh lines they come completely
undone, shoulders slumped forward, eyes
bright with tears they didn’t think were
left.
some people just don’t
talk about things
but I am a sparkler broken
in half and lit
from both ends,
coming apart but still
glowing. I am open flame I
will burn that paper mache smile
right off your face my honesty
is catching
don’t come to me with
stone facade. this spark will never
be contained I
will be ember heat you from
the inside spread like an answer glow
like a beacon like a hearthfire
whenever you need
a place to call
home.
Harmonic colors
Dancing across the heavens
Throwing rays of love
(Hour Eleven – Maritza M. Mejia)
The sticky spiral of a galaxy pulls us toward an unknown center.
The sun is a spider, gravity its slow-strung web to snare us.
One only need to look at the moon, wrapped in pale silk, to know our fate.
It couldn’t inspire others
Nor was it able to reach them
It couldn’t find it’s voice in time
How could it ever preach them?
It failed to woo the beloved
Of the lonesome lover under the moon
It failed to enthrall the audience
It couldn’t make ladies swoon
And all of it because of
But a moment’s delay
It was a poem too late
For the poet waited to eat a fillet!
And thus away went
The beautiful time of creation
You can’t very well catch a train
Once it leaves the station.
My Queen, my ladylove, my mistress
For you, I am lead in days and nights
When you are affixed at home,
I mostly bent on you as a syndrome.
Without you my sphere is anonymous;
I feel my daylight stars are missing.
An indistinct half moon in misery,
Your loving touch can solve that mystery.
When I inhale the lifeblood of your heart
It gives me a strawberry flavor
With a bulky mix of sugar
And as a regular drink.
Our love is self-importantly affirmed,
Immersed with kisses in the stream
Now again slippery wet arms around my body;
Seduced to grab the zeal of your hugs.