24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I walked through your forest
I even climbed your trees
Leaving me exposed
Among your fallen leaves
You promised me wing
You promised me a song
But life gets in the way
And all I do is wrong
Dawn”s grey shine
Touch China skin mute
Sleep cloud kiss
Dew flower turned lute
Isolation time
Eating at the brain
I need open space
To see and breath again
Eclipse sun
Needs to stop the greed
Let the moon shine brighter
Than you know it to be
BEFORE DARKNESS
A man was walking
before darkness of night.
His head was slanted
no, that’s not right.
Through the darkened wood I saw
a gentleman about six foot four.
He approached with a smile
that was somewhat askew
Clearly he was lost
clearly he knew.
There’s no rhyme or reason,
but I chose to ignore
iambic pentameter
I’ve done that before.
He spoke.
I am neither foe nor friend
I’m just a man, on a bend.
A man on a bend?
What matter is that?
What do you want?
And why do you crawl?
I am not crawling
he said with a smile.
I am slithering,
my chance to beguile.
I saw you walking
before darkness of night
I know what I saw
I know I am right.
I walk before darkness
you got that right,
but once the sun sets
I slither through night.
I looked in his eyes
that were now green
I started to run,
I started to scream.
He was a man by day
and a snake at night.
I ran till I dropped
and he was out of sight.
That was close
I said under breath
I ill walk before darkness
to avoid the threat!
Twilight enchantingly illuminates the sky
Transitioning from glorious day to magical night
Kaleidoscope colors transform before our eyes
Stars peeking through with their eternal shine
Sun disappears out of sight just beyond the horizon
Encouraging his children to sleep
As Moon glows brighter in the ever darkening sky
Shining her beams down to earth alerting nocturnal creatures it is time to rise
Oceans open the river leading to my heart.
You and I drawn to the sound of the sea.
I flocked to its majestic arms while you stayed by the shore line.
Intrepid to touch the healing unknown waters we drifted apart, yet you left a message scrawled in the sand. Beckoning me home I dragged my feet hoping to bathe in the sun’s warmth.
Can you really leave me behind?
These fantasies of power.
Disturbing.
Fear of the dark,
Fear of the big kids who can puy you in a locker r a garbage can .
As a big grown man it always wrenches me to learn the sense of physical danger that women live in and the fantasies of being able to control a physical situation with violence.
Violence I set aside as a strategy decades ago.
Disturbing to realize the grown man privilege of freedom from fear,
My mornings and nights
Mornings are beautiful.
Some feels it, some not.
But all says the same..
Nights are wonderful.
Some wait for that wonder to happen, some not.
But all says the same..
We made it and mould it the way we want to..
Forget every single thought run all day in your mind
Just sleep like a little child..
Welcome every mornings as a new
To make yourself to move through..
A phone call from mom,
To a cute fight with brother..
Some good laugh with colleagues
To fun with friends..
Time spend on your passion,
To a little worry for future..
A morning wish from your receptionist
To a good night from your love..
All that is enough to complete a day,
You forced to serve
Whatever happens or you did mistakenly
Just accept it internally..
Beautiful is the word that we made..
God just sent all the things without any upgrade..
We defined and invent evrything
It’s in our hands to make it worth living..
Choice and acceptance are two different measures
Let’s decide your treasure..
Eye, demolition.
Approaching from the distance.
Slightest notion, devastating.
Though it rarely makes a difference.
Id, modulation.
Cognitively dissonant.
Articulate superego,
Ego know, yet never listens.
See, revelation.
Commission without hinderance.
Existence owed restitution,
as our souls are of the essence.
Abandoned hall narrowing away, frames
of light and shadow / light and shadow,
banding into distance–
Standing in the telescope’s mouth
to empty my box, receiving the
chicken-scratched
commentary
for the last
time.
Just before darkness….
Honeysuckle sweetness hangs in the air
Like syrup on cornbread and pancakes we share.
Crickets are chirping their evening song,
Croaky old bullfrogs singing along.
New-mown hay in the field ‘cross the way
Sets the stage for the next act closing the day.
Take a deep breath as you prepare to behold
Simple pleasures and joys the time before darkness can hold.
One dandelion wish for a break in the heat,
A quick offered prayer for a peaceful night’s sleep
As the sky in the west glows a pink ribbon lullaby
Bidding this day goodbye.
