24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Am I really lost
If I mean to be?
Wanderlust
Fulfilled across
Green, Green Grass
But never satisfied
Never done –
Anxiety
From a need to see
White, Tan Sand
Between these toes
In these hands –
Enthrallment;
Marveling at
Red, Red Pillars
Stoic, yet passionate
Timeless and ancient
Speaking of a love
That the Heavens cannot
Contain.
Is it home?
Am I lost
If I mean to be?
There is no profound
in a three-minute pop song
unless it is playing when everything goes wrong
Nothing makes memories
quite like emotion
the music is but illustration
it’s just that the words hit you in the same place
as your feelings
The catalogue may build over time
but how can you carry all that around?
Eventually, you have to let go
let the songs fade away
leave the room
The reminders will still be there
but they’ll come back
only when you want them to
(13 August 2016)
Before Darkness…
I rise like the Sun!
Before Darkness…
My soul dances
in praise
of the new day!
Before Darkness…
My thoughts buzz like
the
humming of bees.
Images and expressions
take wing
like beautiful butterflies
floating freely.
My thoughts are as free
as the air itself!
And, my spirit sings!
All this,
Before Darkness.
Before Darkness
There is light.
And, great insight.
The darkness welcomes others
but it is NOT for me.
Darkness is simply
a collection of moments
whose worth,
I do not see.
Ingrid Exner, 2016.
Preparations must be made
Candles lit, pull the shades
Silhouettes of scary scenes
Costume, yes, on cane I lean
Make-up green, nose with wart
Eerie sounds out on the porch
Witch’s brew bubbles at the ready
Treats and cobwebs for the steady
Children who will come tonight
Trick or treating, a delicious sight!
Running quickly from door to door
Trying to collect more and more.
I need my alone. Just for existing purposes.
I need my alone. In company my makeup begins to fall off.
A drip here. A rip there.
If i stay a little longer i will be grotesque.
My real sneaking out in patches from my fake. So i need my alone.
To mend my facade every now and then.
Let me powder my nose. Red my lips. Let me slick back the wandering tendrils.
Company is inevitable ,so is my lonely. I will keep drifting in and out of the two.
Its essential. Essential for the existence.
Too much alone and i will scare myself,staring at the real me.
The real me is not always bearable.
Though she is beautiful. Unbearably beautiful.
Her beauty has a chlorophyll of her own. She sustains herself. On the sunlight of love.
Alas her beauty is blinding and incomprehensible.
So she has to fake it up to venture abroad.
And the fake is a burden too. Too burdensome for her fragility.
So every now and then. I need my alone.
To lay aside this burden and replenish my fragility.
She’s not gone
Just tucking in behind that door.
rosy cheeks and rosy face
my eagerness may be misplaced
but buttered crumpets hit the spot
and Vegemite is an acquired taste
the night so far was awful cheery
though hours alone will soon seem dreary
so I’ll keep writing haiku’s a lot
between reruns of Big Bang Theory
I forgot where we were
but at this point it really does matter
I’d rather be lost with you in a day full of laughter
I forgot where we were
but I want to be submerged in your world
How odd to finally be going away, her mind in distress,
Even the shadows of her future were scary at best!
She sunk into the cushion of the back seat, stresses had taken their toll,
in and out of deep sleep, she’d awaken to still feel her empty soul!
Day turned into night, she didn’t seem to care,
Exhaustion filled her up as into her eyelids she continued to stare.
Arriving at their destination, somewhat a relief,
Goals were set for dreams renewed, was this actually a real belief?
Time did not wait for her to answer as it marched from days to months,
Right away a new job, meeting of new friends and never giving up!
Pressing forward she plucked the courage to give an old friend a call;
That was in the Autumn as dying leaves began to fall………………..
The months have now turned into years of joy and happiness,
No more dingy days of unwanted criticism, no more ugliness!
My heart rejoices, brimming over with glee,
Because he accepts me for me!!!!!!!!!……….
The odds weren’t all that stacked, although it seemed so upon leavin,
Thanks to the Good Lord above, the odd bumps in the road have smoothed out
and now are even!
As I arise each day
Through my eyes beauty seen
The purpose of my life
The dawn refreshing
Sun rising so bright
Marvelous Wonders Of My Life
As through the day I walk
Friends and family
And people I meet
Are important to me
Even just being able to walk down the street
Making the difference in each and every life
For the sweetness of the day
to fill their cups
Before dusk comes in the evening
I have completed my purpose
Before Darkness wants to take ahold of us all
This light
an awareness…
reckoning in
sinking sun and revelations.
Eyes open, stars hidden
in plain sight.
Shadows sweep the ground,
as a worthy broom.
Refraction,
the beams of dust motes
and angel wings.
Before darkness,
silence and light
fall
like a slow
motion curtain.