24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
falls
let this
be the last
time we hold each
other again and tell each
other that we love each other
and when, we see the sun falling
in the sky we catch its rays passing
us by and we hope, this won’t be the
death of love, oh we hope before the darkness comes
FJ original 2016
In the midst of my years – standing on a spinning wheel.
With panoramas in glass circling slow.
Some for clearly viewing the vignettes of my life.
Some, only reflect what my mind wants to see.
And, some are one-sided, looking at me.
So many faces with names unremembered.
Sweet memories of little, joyful things
Things and moments – mostly private joys.
Things like chocolate pudding and favorite toys.
Memories of summer visits to family now gone.
Cousins & cows, “London Bridge” on the lawn.
My wheel makes a turn towards memories sad,
Grandparents, Uncles, friends and my Dad.
They all left their marks on my heart.
Each one fulfilling a part,
A part of the course of the rest of my years.
As the wheel turns, I find faith midst my fears,
And faith it will take to overcome and
Authentically be authentically me.
Dark nights in the town,
The moon wore a bridal gown.
The stars looked happy, twinkled and smiled around.
The moon looked graceful but is missing now.
The nights are grey, only shadows dance. Why is the moon so shy?
Where has she gone, hidden in the sky? Citylights, buildings bright,
Who has the time to sit and stare…
And gaze at the night sky, Who cares?
If a star has fallen, The sky swollen.
Who cares? To search, To pass a warrant. Who cares? To feel the the leaves covered in frost,
To think about the moon that is lost.
All comfy on our beds,
All happy in our inner mess.
Who cares to draw that curtain, And look now?
To look at the sky And wonder how,
The earth goes round the sun or The sun follows you around.
They explained it long back.
So we won’t be curious anymore and just be slack.
Moving yet not going ahead, Searching but will never comprehend,
Look but shall never find, Because all we have is: A narrow one track mind.
Wind enfolds me as I fly down, down, down.
The weather is cooler.
My legs are still.
Gravity does all the work.
Wind slows as I slow.
Until it is gone all together.
My legs pump. Slow pumps.
Up and down and down and up.
Now it is hot.
Finally the pumps get easier.
Then I can fly once more.
Title: Trust
My thoughts are held in a box
with such a strong lock that the
only way to break through would be —
no, impossible.
Unless one were to blow away an eyelash
into a perfectly straight line, or able to recover
wholly a butterfly’s broken wing.
If a bread could rise with the
right amount of cinnamon and butter —
oh what a relative measure.
No, impossible.
Perhaps if one could hug me fully without
a single touch, or make language understood
no matter the ear or tongue but, those
are hard-to-reach ideals.
Nay, impossible.
My heart is guarded in a room with
choice foods and top-notch security, and
the only way to enter is
for one to withdraw their own walls
to tell the whole truth.
I would say it’s been achieved, but —
no, impossible.
Before Darkness
The sun is in the sky
Cumulous clouds cry
Rain while the wind
Whispers your name.
Before Darkness
A rainbow arches
Across the blue
With birds and
Freedom that remind
Me of you.
Before Darkness
I knew nothing
And I remember
Not who I was
Before it slept
In my soul and
Made a home
In my heart.
Before Darkness
There was no me
And there was
No you
And there was no
Day. There was
Nothing.
Polarity
Adam and Eve shoulda known
that apples are sweet
but can also be tart.
That bees give us honey
but sometimes will sting.
The bee inside me
has drunkenly sought
a sweetness that often
turns into leftovers
left out too long.
Yin racing for yang
in some grand design.
And I am left to wonder
if dissonance is beauty
or is it a cosmic cement
that holds us together
and yet never sets?
Like a white dot
In a black canvas
Like a drop of water
In a sandy desert
Like a rainy cloud
In a sunny day
Like a wisp of air
In an enclosed space
I found something rare
Something that exist in hope
A real glorious thing
In a fake dark world
I held it to my heart
While my rational brain fears
Every second filled with dread
Losing something so precious
The first real feeling of love
Dreading the thought of letting go
Then you look at me
Same fear shining in eyes
And it doesn’t matter
The world is dark
Cause dark it maybe
Terrifying the feeling be
The hope, the world, the cloud
Everything we want is in us
Note: Because of a small crisis I wasn’t able to do the first hour but I’ll do an extra hour after these 24 hours. Hopefully you like this.
you came to me
unarmed
at nightfall
you came to me
unloved
at nightfall
you came to me
hesitant
at nightfall
you came to me
horn
at nightfall
why didn’t I ever get you –
before darkness?