24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Oh your light gave a fright
To this lone wandering star
So used to the dark of the night
Being afraid is all it had known
One nightmare to the next
Every step was a fight
Searching for a place called home
In a word or a place
Who ever knew it was in a name?
And then you came
From beyond the shallows of night
Smiling a ray of hope
And all at once it never knew
What was before the darkness
A Clairvoyant, who could see and hear the lost souls
A Mimic, who apes everyone offending no one
A Dog, loyally in love with one master
All the Superheroes combined – for their righteousness
Incredible Hulk for his tremendous strength
Flash for his unparalleled speed
Iron Man for his ‘metallic’ heart
Batman&Robin, the no-nonsense duo
Superman, who could be human and alien, after all
and of course, Wonder Woman, the epitome of girl’s empowerment.
A Budding Flower, to bloom for the bees and butterflies
A Child of 3, who could be mischievous and full of mischiefs
yet still lovable to grannies and moms alike
A Coconut Tree, standing tall, resiliency personified,
and protective of its fruits
The Sand that meets the ocean’s kisses
A Piranha, a small predator, with gigantic image
A Whale, lovable edifice
A Dolphin, just plain lovable
The Air that we breath
The Sunrise that gives another chance in life
The Night that gives way to Sunrise
The Rain that works in cahoots with Tears
The Thunder, the Lightning, as wake-up callers.
Yes, I’d rather be more
Or a little bit of those
I could not asked for more.
Before Darkness (a golden shovel poem, with respect to William Carlos Williams)
I can’t say it was a surprise so
Why was there so much
I didn’t know? I guess it depends
On why I did it. The mystery upon
which I’ve based my life– a
a son, born in a gush of red.
Instead of grasping the wheel
I laid down in my barrow
And longed to be dead, eyes glazed,
Only to be forcibly resurrected with
The deluge, dislodged by the rain
Of his tears, that salty, bracing water
That I could not ignore, lying beside
him in my lonely bed, the
little body, writhing, white
No sleep before darkness, day broken by the cries of chickens.
NOTE In case you’re wondering what a “golden shovel poem” is: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/golden-shovel-poetic-form. My inspiration was WC Williams’ famous poem
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
Before darkness,
the twilight.
The sun’s warm beams soften, glow.
The harshness of the day subsides.
Beauty is intensified.
The earth is a canvas painted with peace and warmth,
oblivious to all that is not beautiful.
Before darkness,
preparation.
The bittersweet goodbye of a soul,
knowing his journey is inevitable.
The chance to unburden hearts and thoughts.
Before darkness,
peace.
A pink crescent moon in an indigo sky,
was my ceiling that night, though I didn’t ask why,
Simply breathed it all in, feeling strangely content,
as I plucked fruit from a tree that was broken and bent.
We worked in the dark, til a floodlight turned on,
illuminating the scene, spilling light on the lawn,
In that strange brilliant glow I grabbed fistfuls of fruit,
trying hard to relieve the poor tree of it’s loot,
Tired and worn, her branches drooped to the ground,
unable to carry even one more pound,
In her shame there was beauty, with her graceful green leaves,
Gently framing her branches, like a gown with fine sleeves,
The nectarines she grew were hard and small,
but their deep royal colour was not ugly at all.
The scene had great beauty, a part of me knew,
It felt like a secret, no one else had a clue.
But pink crescent moons in an indigo sky, don’t happen too often, and I will not ask why,
I’ll simply take what I’m given, but won’t ask for more,
else I become like the fruit tree, hurt by the beauty she bore.
I live.
The time is coming when the sordid stench of confusion will rule my brain.
but before darkness there is this glorious moment of light.
before darkness
is the magic time
the light is just right, caressing
revealing what was hidden in the glare of noon
before the winter darkness
autumn’s glow is warm and nourishing
I feed o all the wonderous sights.
Oh Brave old world
that has such beauty in it.
PRS 3,O 2016
–I don’t mind being neutralised
if that makes you happy
–reduce me –give me
electrons –give me
negativity –I’ve got room
on my shell –let’s go –let’s react
–oxidise yourself –shed everything
you want to lose
–I can take it
Can’t believe it
I have a quiet house when I need it
and my muse is gone
missing.
Don’t know when it left
or where it went.
Must have heard about work
a marathon
24 hours of creativity.
Please come back
this is fun writing
no expectations.
No more light
I thought we were right
Inspiration in my hand
Trying hard to understand
Thought that he would be the man
Now I’m simply faded.
Wondering if I really could
Will things be better if I should?
Never for a minute thought I would
But now, I’m simply faded
The undoing of me
Is this my fate – my destiny?
There’s no other door I see
Cause now, I’m simply faded.
Wow, just heard from above
All I need is His perfect Love
Don’t know what I was thinking of
But never again will I be faded when approaching the darkness.
