24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I Haunt Myself
Place a pillow
over night’s closed
door, recumbent
light peering
into silent dark.
Lulled to sleep
by a confusion
so desolate.
What is truly
haunting, is
possibility.
Illuminate concern,
at the stained
glow of
caramelized morning.
Wonder if
the tongue-parch
and hunger from
insomniac burst
is a marriage
of constructed
fear.
I exist only when eyes are closed,
Sleepness nights you spend daily,
you hunger for equality amidst,
the tortures and pains of this world.
Within your reach, your comfort lives,
but you are too scared to reach around me,
and yet too proud to turn your back,
either you are stupid or incredibly brave.
What, they ask, are your daemons?
What are you scared of in the dark?
What is the monster under your bed?
What makes you leave the lights on?
And as you close your eyes, you see me,
and you know, I am your daemon.
Gentle sheep in pasture green
Hear the blessed tidings told
Above on high angel hosts were seen
Heralding a message to behold
Shepherds woke among their flock
Thy sheep enfolded by the thee
Stood amazed full of shock
Told of a babe deserving of their bent knee
Where light Divine was shed
Off to Bethlehem they went
To a stable, no crib for a bed
Found salvation God had sent
Empty words drained me of all joy
Doubt crawled through every thought
Breathing becomes to difficult
Pain is squeezed into my chest
Tears of betrayal seep down my face
I stagger forward, toward confrontation
Desperately wanting to hear otherwise
Poem TWENTY has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 18 August 2016.
Strumming my veins.
Pounding my heart.
Screaming through my lungs.
Thrumming through my brain.
Moving through me like a wave.
I cannot control.
Only listen.
Always waiting for
A door to open
Wide enough to let
Something amazing happen
So we wait
And wait for
The lack of
Opportunity awaiting us
Looking down through depths so murky~
Eyes frantic!
Floating, ‘cuz I cannot swim.
Searching for swift shadows
Beneath me…
Pulling air from the sky~
I search for salvation.
There is none. Only Me.
I drift out to sea…
My head hears the music.
My heart shrieks dancing~
What just touched my feet?!!
Sitting in the chair
Waiting for you
To hit me hard,
Hard Enough
To make my mind swirl
To make my heart beat faster
To send me in a shock
To make me numb.
It should be hard enough
To send me somewhere else
Far Far away
Ina a different Place
Where no one knows my name
Where I could find peace
And when Ia find it
Hit me hard again
strong enough
To bring me back
This time to land on a page
I have a pen
Oh, my muse
Hit me hard
To write something
Which makes me amuse again!
Write an ekphrastic poem to go with this image. An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning.
This painting is called Coalition and it is by Kevin Peterson.
