24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Lucky Day
A camping trip deep in the month of June,
the two of us came here without a care;
under the stars there sang a single loon
as my true love released her flowing hair.
The need within her eyes outshone the moon
it seems the lake held magic and to spare;
‘Neath canopy of stars and nature’s tune,
the glory of her form would be laid bare.
I knew i liked her from the start
eighth grade glory at the lake … and girls
she was tall and lanky, just like me
no fat to spare and ribs like the grill of a jeep
with two little headlights adjoining her breastbone
her blond hair dyed green like an amazon canopy
hiding the eyes and smile held underneath
She played baseball, swam, and liked to moon
We met at noon, became friends at one,
by two we were rowing clear across the water
to the island of romance and sandy rendezvous
and panic at three when she asked, may i kiss you?
(words used — moon, lake, glory, jeep, breastbone, spare, canopy, panic)
I loved him so hard there was no room in my heart to spare
For any other feelings when he took me
Out to the lake that night. Through the canopy of trees,
The full moon illuminated the planes of his face
I thought, oh finally when he pulled his shirt over his head
I longed for the courage to trace the line of his clavicle,
His breastbone, to caress his chest–
But I didn’t dare.
Unbuckled his belt, then the leather swish
The musical jangle as his jeans hit the ground
And his body was bared
To me. So great was my desire
That I felt no panic when he, bathed in moonlight,
Split his false skin, shucked it off and
Showed me who he really was.
I didn’t even scream
At the sight of his full glory.
Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words,
In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases of
Slime letters, weaved with saliva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza.
Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka, in deep slumbered,
Drowned in a free flowing Sonata.
In a crystal clear river of no rhythms and rhymes
And woke up at the wrong side of the bed and
Forgot the tetrasyllabic murder she wrote.
too much has been said.. enough hasn’t been said.. two different theories swirling in my head of what was what ifs what could’ve been.. i analyse every fragment every segment every nuance to such tiny infinitesimal detail that the subject remains foggy to me.. i am now beginning to forget the subtle art of being you and the feel of your touch.. if only i could let the memory last as alive as it was yesterday or even the day before.. where every pore on my skin breathed your name and would stand up in attendance the minute you laid a fingertip anywhere on me..
your addiction
akin to
substance abuse
To stop and think
About our action
To realize before
What the future holds
To not neglect
What moral asks of us
To not hesitate
In helping others
To remember
That nothing is ours
To learn
That everything is
To run
Towards our goals
To know
When to stop
If we can’t do this
What life we live
What life we give
So that we may stop and think and realize what we are doing right now.
Summer morning light
Will slip, like the finest yarn,
Through the tightest grasp.
© Anne McMaster 2016
A people person, funny and outgoing, that’s me.
Full of life and ambitious,
I enjoyed life to the fullest and love to party.
Yes, a social butterfly but, I begun to suffer social anxiety and all.
It bacame worst, I wasn’t my best self,
Neither could I understand my true self
Hey, what’s going on with myself.
I became less and less visible and my bedroom was my only comfort zone.
But, I knew, I wasn’t depressed and so I shrugged my shoulder and ignored.
Yes, I am suffering from Chronic pain which sometimes holding me back and need to slow down.
When I am recharge, I noticed, I have the energy to please everyone.. Yeah.
Being introvert, is not my personality, born Leo the Lion and I’m full of life and queen of the party.
I am a people person and I hate being alone, consumed by my own thoughts will make me crazy.
I don’t want to live like Hermits, Monks or in a cloistered nun in a monastery.
I felt awkward for acting indifferent and that’s not me.
I want to be around with people and be happy, I made a lot of soul searching and meditating and
I made a covenant to myself and learned that, it’s imperative to make one thing and one day at a time and
Not to overwhelm with too many appointment.
I know myself better now, by doing exactly one thing and one day at a time.
Love is not looking into each other’s eyes
Yet looking to the horizon
At the same time, in the same direction.
The moon looks tragic tonight
By the lake a couple
Critical errors are being made
Landing vicious blows to the ego
Great techniques
Beautiful combination of misunderstanding and guts
But who has the glory?
When no one agrees to a truce
Spare no feelings
Continue to round two
She makes it official
The sound of panic; devastating