24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Rain is kin to resurrection
when you can read
the agony of short-lived things,
and drought coats even trees with dust.
When you can read
the cracked palm of familiar earth
and drought coats even trees with dust,
your body’s scenting for a storm.
The cracked palm of familiar earth
begs for easing.
Your body’s scenting for a storm;
you will the blue clouds down.
Beg for easing
the agony of short-lived things;
will the blue clouds down,
for rain’s akin to resurrection.
Weave a web of silken lies
And repose in the centre
Wait until you see some flies
And bid them please do enter
Admire the jewel tones of their eyes
While tying each blindfold
Gag them with luxury ‘til each one dies
Smothered in the threads of your silken lies
Romance, fantasy and mysteries.
The journey of a lifetime waits before our eyes
But only when we take the time to dive deep
We will be better than we were before.
The journey of a lifetime waits before our eyes
When we read adventure stories
We will be better than we were before
And we’ll grow to love the characters.
When we read adventure stories
Romance, fantasy and mysteries.
And we’ll grow to love the characters
But only when we take the time to dive deep.
The struggle every day is to believe
Inherent good can exist in all people
We witness lives torn apart too young
By those who profess to love and care
Inherent good can exist in all people
I learned this as a child
By those who profess to love and care
Seeds planted and nurtured can grow
I learned this as a child
The struggle every day is to believe
Seeds planted and nurtured can grow
We witness lives torn apart too young
[Prompt: Pantoum. I used Jacob’s pantoum generator.]
Unarmed
Walking the lonely path under a leaden sky,
pierced by winter-stripped overhanging branches,
my feet were bleached and puckered
in sodden shoes, unarmed against the weather.
Pierced by winter-stripped overhanging branches,
my arms were colder still,
and I, in sodden shoes, remained unarmed against the weather
as splashing footsteps approached quickly from behind.
My arms were colder still
than the warning in my heart
as splashing footsteps approached quickly from behind
and I risked an over the shoulder glance.
The warning in my heart
did not prepare me for the warmest voice
and I risked another over the shoulder glance
at that voice, issuing from under a too small umbrella.
I was not prepared for the warmest voice,
the timbre of melted kisses and cinnamon toast,
a voice issuing from under a too small umbrella
that offered shelter in a tentative tone, daring me to accept.
Melted kisses and cinnamon toast
became the breakfast meal for two connected souls
after shelter was offered, in a tentative tone that dared me to accept
the inner warmth of shared shelter, and the lesser chill of outer, uncovered arms.
Tracy Plath
Confessions
A sinners blessing.
Confessions
Where problems are layed bare
Sins never seem scarce and
Judgement isn’t rare
Confessions
Mines, yours, his ,and hers
All different
But equal
Bc no sin is greater nor lesser
Confessions
The way we make up for our human faults.
Those ought nought’s
And we really should not
Situations that we do any way bc we know that there’s always room for another
Confession
even though most us take them and Him for granted
There’s always that comfort that cluttered rooms of sin will always be disintegrated
As long as we submit our
Confessions
Something society has subjected to being nothing more than a excuse/reason not to live solely by Gods truth
Confessions
Dear people of God
What good is a confession with no revelation
Do we really have to wait for the torment presented in the book of revelation
To realize we need God to change our future destination
Confessions
I don’t know about you but I’m not willing to let my eternal destination be solely dependent on how many times I utilize my
Confessions
With no change in the mist of all my transgressions
No true repentance exist
Without a change in our way of thinking
Time to start migrating
And stop worrying about our earthly reputations
For the world is not the provider of our blessings
And it is only in his word that we will find true salvation
It’s time to turn our backs on the world
And take heed to the true meaning of
Confessions
Good morning, breakfast time!
And how do we make the breakfast?
Gather the ingredients now.
Flour 3 eggs, stir and bake.
And how do we make the breakfast?
Each day more of the same.
Flour 3 eggs, stir and bake.
No windows for change.
Each day more of the same.
Hope you enjoyed it!
No windows for change.
Over and over again.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Good morning, breakfast time!
Over and over again.
Gather the ingredients now.
What is heard:
muted noise
What is seen:
invisibility
What is touched:
something released
What is smelled:
unscented aroma
What is tasted:
savoring no flavor
Listen. Look. Caress. Breath. Relish.
I’m the girl who asked
“What did I do wrong?”
“Was it something I said?”
“Was it something I did?”
It cut deep
I would lie in bed
Unable to sleep
I was worthless
I was dumb
I was obnoxious
I was wrong
You were the boy
Who used and abused
Who hit it and quit it
A liar
A cheat
A manipulator
It was you
It was not me
You missed the greatest opportunity
To have all my love
I could have been your best
But now you have to settle for the rest
After you, I am stronger
After you, I am smarter
After you, I am better
Than I have ever been
You made me realize
How great I am
So thank you for the pain
Thank you for the lesson
Thank you for setting me free
To love someone else unconditionally