24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
wood creaks as i walk
Theres silence, no talk
Sweet gentle sigh
A breeze flowing by
The light slowly fading
Night is invading
To home i should go
Yet onward i flow
The edge of the night
No glimmer of light
The sun is asleep
But Longer i creep
Then in a wink
Small lights flicker and blink
Soon light up the sky
In the blink of an eye
The heavens declare
I cant help but stare
The beauty i see
Was put there for me
City Muse #3: Toronto
Frannie Z
I was selfish, untouristy.
Settling myself
into a trail
not yet completed
I dodged ends of buildings
and non-roads
to walk.
A kind couple
originally
from one of my homes
queried me, astounded.
Strange, I thought.
I can’t be the only one
with a crush on the lake.
A few hours later
rain set in.
On this lake
I, a rain hater,
became its lover:
Moist with drops,
filmed with spray
cresting to waves,
blessing urban winds
and hailing their fogged deities.
Faint sounds echoed
The ghost memories
That surround and fill
Our older selves
With the feeling of nostalgia
The passing of notes
Those fights over nothing
Smuggling of money
To eat junk food
Laughter that broke
The fights of hours
Standing in corridor
Without any shame
Grumbling about homework
Pulling it off in a night
And today we stand
In an empty hallway
With only memories
And a smiling old friend
I miss school and all those stupid things that looked too big at one time.
What do you get for the guy
who wipes your ass when you can’t.
What do you say to a person who
stays up all night to make sure your temperature
doesn’t go up? Who helps you walk when you cant do it alone? Who
sits in a hospital chair for three weeks only leaving for a total of four
hours to take showers.
What kind of person even does that?
Even when your family and friends fail you,
which they surprisingly do.
Even when any normal person would have
had enough of gory wounds
and infections, he is still there.
You have to tell them you are the luckiest person alive.
He is a wonderful Father
A forgiving Father
He has kept his hands on my life,
Protecting me
He has loved me through all my bad decisions,
all my failings as a mere human
He has covered me with His grace
even though I am a disobedient child
I am thankful for my Father
He allows me to learn the hard way
I know he shakes His head from time to time,
and clucks his tongue
But He knows my heart,
And I have faith in Him
And I am eternally grateful for His grace
and for His love
He is deserving of all praise
And I praise you my Heavenly Father
The moment of knowing loss
Is filled with so much emotion
The sudden emptiness
The stop of the current between you
Death will come to us all
At some point in time
But before it does
We will experience the loss of many
Mourning the absence
While being bombarded
With the memories
Both significant and ordinary
Their laugh, their smell, their touch
The ease of being silently together
And the loudness
Of being silly and playful
The closeness of those
Who also felt the loss
Close and heavy
Making it hard to even breathe
It is almost too much to bear
But day by day
Year by year
It eases, if only enough to go on
To look back and appreciate
Time you were given
And the gift
Of having them in your life
Heart singer,
Night howler.
Your love is unconditional,
Your joy is boundless –
It astounds me that there exists
A creature with such pure
Intentions, never meant to harm
I love you, my Heart Singer
You who can swell my chest
At sight because all you’ve
Ever given me
Is your absolute adoration.
Night Howler, thank you;
Thank you for loving me
Even when I howl and yell
Back at you
Out of frustration.
You, truly, hold power over my heart.
Along the boardwalk
there are reeds
mosquitoes
and giant ferns.
I hear
the song of birds
and the gentle whispering
of trees.
The air cannot be more pure.
This
is paradise.
He was there indeed…
As I cried and slowly died!
A lover and friend.
We could not remain…
Lovers till the end of time.
Friends we are this day!
Our love had no end.
We cannot see us apart,
At least, as best friends.
Thank you dear friend,
We must always stay in touch!
Forever as friends.
