24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Come with me as I escape to peaceful scene,
Quiet lake, no ripples found, graciously serene.
Snowy caps on mountain walls, chipmunks perch on rocky ledges.
Hear the turkey’s morning call, watch for deer feeding near the grassy edges.
No rushing, no hurry, no time clock to punch.
No indigestion, for there is no racing through your lunch.
Leave your cell at home, no need to dial,
Come and sit a spell and listen to the echo of the wild.
fingers unwind, the very same that
caressed when intertwined, mine in yours.
and as we part, the halting caresses relive
the painful moments of canorous, crooning,
warbled words.
wistful thoughts…
the very words, your dainty fingers, sometime
before this sepulchral silence,
on my gnarled and mottled skin, wrote.
Stay close to me
I cannot, he said
I must be free
Stay close to me
See the sights I see
We’ll both be dead
One day I dread
So live today instead
Stay close to me
Stay close to me
I cannot, he said
Pardon me miss
But have you seen a kiss
It was here a minute ago
I ask if you could
Give it back if you would
As it was just a loan
If you find the kiss
It belongs on my lips
That’s where all good kisses go
I won’t hold it against you
But my lips they want to
As if you didn’t know
we give our idols the platform they stand on and hope they don’t fall.
My lack of thoughts
Make this marathon
A complete bust.
Nothing seems to flow
The that I want it to.
I feel my poetry is forced
Next time, I will opt for the
Twelve hour marathon.
Fighting against sleep
And constant pain
Headaches come too often.
Still, I am going to try and
Complete this Poetry Marathon.
I see the moving cities..
Flying vehicles
Running people
They seem to have a destination
I don’t.
I see the busy city roads
And streets , And lanes
Even at midnight and after
They seem to be going
I don’t.
I don’t run
I wander, at leisure
For I have no destination
Just a journey
I do.
A discarded eyeball next to the bookcase
A fluffy arm in a sunbeam
A half chewed stuffed mascot under the couch
A tail dancing at the door’s first creak
A pair of brown butter eyes keen gaze on the street
An eager dance partner to silent music
A liquid body luxuriating on the bed
A warm presence on the couch
(and shadow for every other room)
Dishwasher, guardian, explorer
All contained in one creature
Given only a tail, four legs and a nose by nature
The creature as we know it: the first good choice of humanity
Chubby
Chunky
Plus size
Big Girl
Fat
Thunder Thighs
Double Chin
Belly
You think I don’t hear you
But I’ve heard it all
Every whisper
Every snicker
Every snide remark
Every helpful tip you’ve ever had to share
I used to keep myself at night
Soaking my pillowcase
I abused myself
I hated myself
I hurt myself even more than you
It took some time
But soon I did learn
How wonderful my body is
It is strong
It is beautiful
It is remarkable
My face
My stomach
My thighs
My boobs
My arms
My butt
There’s more to love
And I love it
It doesn’t matter to me if you do too
Am I able to write a stream of consciousness?
A song of gratitude and thanks?
For a year ago, almost to the day,
Some Poets was born.
Creative, energetic talented poets
The world over
Soulmate whom I have never met
And, yet met
Only on higher planes of existence.
Bursting with the accomplishments of their epic feats of the
Marathon.
Determined,
Purposeful,
Intentional,
And Supportive.
Collectively
And Collaboratively
Engaged in a Multi-dimensional,
Multi-generational,
Multi-international,
Project of
Creating,
Writing,
Illustrating,
Editing
Publishing
19,571 Words.