3 – moth –
Fire dances from his fingertips,
laughter crackles from his throat
and l am drawn, a fool to his flame.
when I wake, I am scorched,
a prisoner wrapped in darkness,
without stars to light the way.
– s.j.duncan –
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Fire dances from his fingertips,
laughter crackles from his throat
and l am drawn, a fool to his flame.
when I wake, I am scorched,
a prisoner wrapped in darkness,
without stars to light the way.
– s.j.duncan –
I stop noticing or caring about the edge of the guard railing digging into my thigh about 20 minutes ago.
The wind tries to push me backwards. I lean into Zephyr.
The water breaks along the sand and the whooshing rhythm fills my ears.
Gulls crying for a Cheeto percuss the beat.
Ants moving from shady spot to shady spot, the sun beating down on all.
One ant is dragging her toddler ant towards the water.
My eyes focus on the tiny pink bathing suit and the blonde curls.
Not ants.
I feel small again. My thighs start to ache again.
The wind tries to push me back. I let him.
Deep, dark, poignant…and also
Yearning
Churning
Burning
Unspeakable
Unchangeable
Unreachable
Consuming
Exhuming
Assuming
Enthralling
Sprawling
Crawling
Constricting
Conflicting
Restricting
Don’t speak the words
Don’t speak the words
Don’t speak the words
Stay silent! Don’t let the words fall!
For thereafter there is no recall!
Tambourines at dusk-fall
peal luminous sound-pearls,
bright noises shaken
from an earth-black drum:
fireflies, forest-stars,
blips of celestial sonar.
Rattled beads of light
clatter their gold-glow-echoes
in the thickened gloaming.
Spangles, jangles of glory.
Sparklets of felicity,
which darkness cannot comprehend.
Serenity is felt
In the coolness of the mountains.
In the solitary madness
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Peace comes to me
The land is wide and free
I look into eternity
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Tranquility is abundant
As I look to the far horizon
The quiet speaks to me
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
I bow my head
I say a prayer
I smile and get to my feet.
I have found the renewal, the nourishment I need
In a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Wow third poem down. These might not be super long but I’m very happy that I am getting these poems done.
Eternity Now
Neon shines fro the building
Naming our escape from the world
We hide for the night in bodies
Swaying together sweat soaked skin brushing
You grab us another round of drinks
We pause a moment to watch
People hiding their world behind dancing
Alone or with someone pushing the world away
We rush back to the dance floor
Our bodies swing in tonights eternity
Motel Eternity
By Patricia Harris
Promises broken
Beneath the neon sign,
Under the night sky
I sit wondering why.
Questioning self,
And the reasoning
That I choose to even believe
In an illusion called eternity.
Temporal misnomer,
No longer assured
That I will even see the like
Of an eternity I will ever enjoy.
Knowing the definition
Of now,
Only feeling disjointed
As I realize that my choices
Lead me to see what
The illusion is in truth to be.
Eternity.
Earth…
Life giving
Hope growing
I would bury myself in you…
Wind…
Gently blowing
Wildly howling
Carry me away with you
Water…
Thirst slaking
Soul hydrating
I am awash with you
Fire…
Doubt purging
Love refining
I am ablaze for you
Earth Wind Water Fire
Elements of my desire
Emulsify into a myriad of emotions
Futile, pointless, mindless notions.
Overhead shot
Line upon line of blue,yellow thoughts
Mushrooming poets under hot sun plot.