24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
the still point
of the turning gyre
that’s where i am
when around me
chaos reigns
the still point of the
churning ocean
that’s where i am
when creation nudges
the still point
of the mists of time
that’s where hope blossoms
that’s where i am
They say everything is bigger in Texas,
which quite a bit does seem to be, but no one ever told me that also meant light pollution. No one told me I would be missing skies full of orchid swirling in and out of peach sprinkled with hints of white and heavy streaks of an almost magenta welcoming the sun each morning. That living near a city becomes a black hole for your entire sky. Light pulling in the light and warmth of the day before it can caress your skin. Instead, it leaves you air thick with heat to engulf those foolish enough to venture outside.
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Beneath the cosmic tapestry, a sight to behold,
An alien world in mysteries untold.
Its skies ablaze with hues unseen on Earth,
A place of wonder, of unearthly birth.
A crimson sun, a perpetual twilight’s gleam,
Casts shadows strange, like scenes from a dream.
Beneath its light, a landscape so surreal,
With towering spires and a surreal appeal.
Crystal forests shimmer with a subtle glow,
Inhabitants unknown, where do they go?
With limbs like tendrils and eyes that shine,
In this alien world, a lifeform so divine.
Rivers of liquid glass wind through the land,
And mountains soar like castles made by hand.
The air, a mix of scents both strange and sweet,
In this otherworldly place where life and beauty meet.
But beware, for danger lurks beyond the sight,
In this alien world, where day turns into night.
A realm of wonder, where mysteries unfold,
An uncharted universe, a story yet untold.
So gaze upon this world, so strange and wild,
A canvas of the cosmos, an alien child.
In every crevice, a secret to unveil,
In this extraordinary world, where wonders never fail.
Antoinette LeRoux © 2023
BURIED IN TEARS
Buried in tears
I spread my angelic wings
Ready for the unknown
Buried in tears
My lips let out
The dangerously unexpected scream of joy
Buried in tears
I vowed not to ever take my freedom for granted
I liked closets
I could hide away where no one would see me
safe inside a small space
my mind could fly far away
Then I was fine with closets
They kept me safe
my secrets locked away inside
only a few picking the lock or being allowed to peek inside
I started to hate closets
when people started to die in them
I knew it had happened all along
but now people I knew
I have become a master of my own closet
For some the door is wide open
Others, only see the light
around the cracks
I am now understanding of closets
Sometimes they protect
sometimes they confine
and sometimes they are the safest place in the world
The last light of the day,
Before my last words.
I close the blinds from behind,
And can’t even fathom how I get here.
Amid losing all the balance,
There’s hope. A glimpse of it.
Pushing me towards the precipice
To finish what I started.
Am I finished?
Is this the end?
The end to start anew,
A glimpse of hope for you too.
In the world where we can be wordless around people,
I gain words around here,
Or probably, the moved me.
Control me to be good,
I am their slave,
A happy one.
A happy participant of the magic,
I’m here sticking around,
Coz, I can see it.
I can feel it.
There’s hope here.
Text Prompt : Write a poem about HOPE
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Write a poem about hope.
Walking in the woods without benefit of bug spray.
Rolling for Yahtzee when you have the large straight.
Returning the sweepstakes entry without making a purchase.
Crossing your fingers when your daughter strolls to home plate.
Beginning the journey with the engine light flashing.
Opening the door to a refrigerator you know to be empty.
Looking at real estate listings on a minimum-wage job.
Continuing the chemotherapy when the prognosis is grim.
Bringing a child into an unforgiving and unkind world.
Having faith you’ll be caught when you let yourself fall.
