24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The string we shared was a thin one,
little steel cable, shimmering
in the glow of bliss,
and even as our days grow dark,
I can feel the string pulling me out, pulling me in,
though you’re 2000 miles away,
I can’t help myself, I’m strung to you
and the night is full and bright,
and I have miles to go before I sleep,
and the string is singing of lovely lullabies,
dreams and late-night goodbyes.
You see yourself above me,
like wind in Starry, Starry Night.
You see yourself as my support,
the earth, dry and warm,
You see yourself as needed,
life giving water, quenching my thirst.
You see yourself as passionate,
with a fire dangerously close.
I see you as elementally different
needed and wanted more than hoped.
Elementally different,
life forces throughout my days –
I learn to accept and accommodate
and have and live with you.
Elemenatlly different,
life forces throughout my nights –
I learn to accept and accommodate
and have and love with you.
From dusk to dawn,
The womanly chores goes on.
Cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking,
baby sitting and the list goes on.
Delegating official tasks, managing reports,
signing important documents, holding meetings,
planning futuristic goals and the corporate
responsibilities goes on.
The evening falls, family takes the stroll,
Discussions on the whole day long,
Sorting complicated issues and the
Family chit-chat goes on.
Dinner over, day ends, womanly subject
Roles accomplished, but the “Me” time
Never comes up and never goes on.
I am “I” and nobody can ever be,
But the “Me” time is stolen from now on
And will soon go on.
Now the dawn comes, meditation spreads,
Exercise does its role, beautification snaps
A goal and the “Me” time goes on.
Yes it’s me- the very “Me” and
My “Me” time is a precious regime
That will forever go on.
Hour 2
MORE… I WANT MORE
More, I want more.
The years have gone too fast
for photographs to
capture,
on a page.
Lest those dearest would see our fall,
Some, we don’t share at all.
Grieving, I want more…
the precious moments and
joyful laughs;
stories from a sage.
Time once spent with
glad remembrance.
Now, with exuberance,
those moments I retrace.
Longing, I want more.
Oh, to simply see your face;
to hear you say
those words of love
you cannot speak
from far above.
Your blood runs through my vein.
Your features, on my face, remain
Words you spoke
often crowd my head
Your hug is what I want instead.
© 2017 Kathleen J Kidder
You said goodbye and walked
Into the fading afternoon sun
I stood looking at you hoping
That you will turn back
But you continued on until
You disappeared from my sight
I moved away with not
A tear in my eye
Life will go on, we will go on
Only, in separate ways
At night I lay awake,
And the floors start to shake!
The doors start creaking,
And the walls start speaking,
As my chest truly aches.
Sometimes love is like water over stone.
The precious memories we have gathered up and made our own
lie quiet and still like small, cool pebbles
in each cupped palm.
Then love, like water, trickling clear across the skin,
washes the surface of each small clear moment
eases into every nook and cranny
and fills the spaces that we cannot see.
Cup your hands around your mouth,
Whisper it into the nearest ear
like the children’s game Telephone.
We all want to know the secret.
A symphony of longing
Staccato, legato, forte, pianissimo,
sharp and flat
movement, theme and variation.
In the end,
when all the words have been played,
is a beauty we may or may not recognize.
To reach a part of you, you didn’t notice before, but with me you care. Soul searching through emotions of feelings you fear will appear the truth of our co-existence, but you’re reluctant to let go.Holding on to nothing.Emptiness, dwelling within a hollow home you clutch to a fantasy.Snatching your heart and your mind into a fatal mystery of remorsefulness. Let go. Let me go. Stop holding on to someone who deserve the tranquility and endearment away from you.
Poem By JGomez