24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It’s just me and this screen
In a battle for control
Will the white win
Or the words that escape my fingers
The white pulls out all the stops
To stop me
To put an end to this madness
But I cover it well
Lobbing words and phrases at it
Until it succumbs and allows me passage
Into the unknown
Do you still put those tiny hands together
Each morning in prayer
Beside your little cribs?
Do it!
No matter how sleepy you are,
Fall to your knees and shut your crystal eyes
No matter how hungry you are for breakfast.
For The One above
Listens better to you and your friends
Your hearts are so clean and pure
His anger melts when you speak!
Dear child,
Don’t pray only for food and drinks
Or for more toys and riches
Pray too for peace and love
For Life is such a battlefield!
One more thing
Please pray too for us dear child
For our hearts are too proud
Too filthy
Pray so He could have mercy
And maybe make our hearts a bit cleaner.
…And perhaps
When you’re older
The future ones will pray for you too!
sparks
thank god : for friends who : sing at funerals : keep lighthouses : collect bees : float beneath ceilings : remain fresh : despite being behind the times : embody goosebumps : ache for books : live in sylvan worlds : flash time : stare skywards : sail boats to stars : love limitlessly : hypnotise laughter : huddle to fires : reveal in blue infinities : stick their arms out car windows : to let their hands : fly up with the force of the wind : like aeroplanes : as someone they love : drives them : endlessly home
Art can be made disappearing
Against all eyes peering
Authors writing in ink not seen
Actors reciting thoughts for the screen
Attendance does not make or break
Attention does not denote celebrity
Admission does not build recognition
Appearing means nothing
Art can be made disappearing
It was a promise made,
between two friends,
one sat on a swing and the other pushed
up and down she went, tears rolling down her eyes
He promised he would be strong, he would not cry, because he was a big boy,
They remained in silence,
Their minds consumed by what the future held
The world as they know it, was being broken broken apart,
They were inseparable since they were 4 and 5
Seven years of friendship, they would now face the test of all friendships,
A horn honked in the distance, they both know their dreaded fate,
It was there they made the promise, that when they were old enough,
They would meet again, they would count the years to ten,
She jumped off the swing, and they embraced hoping time would stand still,
A second car honk was heard in the distance
She pulled away, tears in her eyes,
she walked towards the car,
The tear held back, fell from his eyes
As he stood by the swing waiting
He counted the years to ten
And from the horizon he saw a form in the distance
All My Friends
All my friends have taught me something,
maybe I’ve taught them something as well
as if life has reason
beyond what I think.
Pulling the curtain from here and now
I see gossamer threads
that patch together
into a rich landscape
with a circularity that never
wants for expression
and screams if I listen
that all is related
nothing is random
as if everything I do
means the world
and comes back to me
just like I come back to it.
he said I was no spring flower
a sachet of potpourri
left on my bed
I smooth the wrinkled sheets
The sunflowers
turn their sweet faces to me
as I swing above them
in the sky
I kick my feet as
I child would do and
propel myself
into the sky
I sing
a sunflower song
as I swing
and I feel joy
and am free
Pond’s grey sputum,
Screams lost to time, drunken flaws,
All shall be revealed.