24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The crows keep pecking
Picking at the carrion
Of my lost childhood
The corpse keeps twitching
Restless still
But rotted within
Cartilage and bone
May be enough to stand on
If not for the crows
Feathers like petrol
Let them burn
An ink black pyre
Their supper paid for
Claw for flesh and beak for bone
Now carrion feasts
There must be something
something I can say
to get us out of this
as bad as it is foolish
that fight on the roof of the train
dangling by a finger
and a thumb in your eye.
Perhaps out of shot actors
who roam the foreshore
can dramatise our scene
discuss motivation
for a redundant queen
and promote a goodwill claim
and figure this migrating ship.
Two black eyes the
size of nickels peek
from under caramel fluff,
nose twitching at the smell
of rain. Back legs
pump and kick, three
pellets clink down
on the hardwood. A salt
wheel dries from enameled
bars, a wooden chew splintered
under a fuzzy paw. Chocolate
colored ears frame his face,
nose still twitching
domestically. Lop.
Lop. Lop.
history met herstory and became ourstory
interdependence grown from solitude made solid
merging of souls…
past—pain… purified
restrain—resist… related
emulsify—explode… excellence
ourstory today
not yesturday, not tomorrow
no past, no future
just today
ourstory
My teensy heart was begging for attention, for a way out of this pain.
What could I say to change your mind?
Why was this happening to me?
Stepping out of victimhood was not easy. I lacked experience in how to handle this.
My brain was sadly small.
i love you so much
yet you brutalize me.
Continually.
I bury myself in your hair
And still you don’t return my affection.
You don’t even acknowledge I am there.
I feel even smaller. And powerless.
To prolong our joy and leave a legacy, I lay eggs and
find human hands carrying me off to go on a scary voyage
down a torrent of water
to my torturous death.
“I miss you, Fido!“ I scream. “I will always love you.”
You don’t answer. Did you hear my cries?
So, I make a choice and dive into the waterfall seeking solace.
Oddly, drowning one’s pain seemed to awaken the fire within.
They say toads are the first to go
then the fields and streams, ice
and fresh air to breath, our furry
friends and the flying ones, too.
Between you and me, send out
a pure line of white light; string
upon it what you love the most—
my guess is all of it. Then prepare
to fortify the web of life against
degradation, against the odds.
As silence fell upon my lip
Word desires to spill and drip
And so I spoke where souls now sleep
Knowing all my secrets keep
Overwhelmed by living thought
This blessing curse leading lost
Every doorway speaking no
Hallway long, as more unfold
Seeing all, yet blind within
Drowning now, this seasick spin
Pulled each side to great divide
And I remain unspoken bride
Time sits back, in lounge effect
Mirror bent, distorts reflect
My option now, to fall stare death
Every second claiming breath
Tear skips down on unknown path
Cannot choose the right, or left
Fathom forward, song unsung
Standing now, chosen one
The Hammer calls to me.
It sings my name and great deeds to come.
The one who wields might Mjöllnir will shake the world.
Enemies will fall.
Allies will rise.
All that was once wrong will be made right.
A king will rise.
A tyrant will fall.
All I need do, is test my worth,
lift the Hammer,
let my reign begin.
These are the whispers of mighty Mjöllnir,
as it calls from its resting place in secret.
The power of a god,
the wisdom of the ages,
a trap to cleave the soul.
Were I whole, perhaps I could try,
but this man is flawed,
he cannot be free.
Only the worthy may wield the power.
Alas, none are so.
Yet, the song sings on.
Just keep swimming
and falling
into each other.
Tumbling
while growing,
Catching, attaching.
Just keep growing.
Dark dark dark
Light.
Silent silent silent.
Noise.
My baby girl, full of Grace
strong, beautiful, radiant.
Seeing past the pain
until
it overwhelms and engulfs once more.
My baby girl, full of Grace,
trying to breathe
trying to calm
until
she can rest, but not progress.
My baby girl, full of Grace
trying so hard,
over time and pain
until
there is progress with no results
My baby girl, full of Grace
given an emotional decision
without food or sleep
until
she chooses the necessary, but not emergency
My baby girl, full of Grace,
until
her baby, beautiful Grace
open eyed, ready to be
In her arms and heart.