24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There is a strange embarrassment
At ambling up to a finish line
Still feeling good.
An abashedness at being able,
And in control.
This is a good moment to notice,
And to ask questions.
For whom am I pretending?
I can do what I set my mind to,
If I set my mind to.
And that’s the end.
The most satisfying sleep;
Is that which comes;
After;
The expenditure of every last sinew of muscle;
The exhaling of every gasp of breath;
And the completion of a project you
thought
was
impossible.
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Moonlight kissed the sky the moment you left
And smiled
With promise of no return.
Where are you now?
And what do you dream of?
Where are you now?
Who do you love?
And what do you think of?
Who do you love?
I miss you like the moon misses the sky
On the moonless nights
I need you in my life
I need you.
There are days when I manage not to think of you
Days when just work gets me by
There are nights when I manage not to dream of you
Nights of a silent lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
I can never say goodbye
I can never say goodbye
I could never say goodbye
Eyelids
Shut
Dreamers
Gut
Seamlessly
Words
Vanish
Harmony breathe
Glowing internally
Opens doors
And even windows
It’s seen
And it’s like
You have been here before
Bristly sleeping within the pillow night
Going down the dark lane
we see some light coming through
pictures of our goals
clear and lovely too..
We see ourselves
like superheroes
kings and queens
we often see
something we keep…
Its the most peaceful state
one can be in
you are a baby
an innocent dolphin …
Remember its your gateway
to yourself too..
Some thoughts show themselves up
whom you don’t wanna talk to..
To sleep
is to live
in a world
of your dreams
Its also an escape
from a world
full of screams…
To have reached the Finish and found
not the peace which follows writing
but an anguish that so much remains
missing;
the neighbour’s cherry tree is weighed
down with new fruit, all for the birds –
these verses will be devoured in much
the same way;
to the fire, to the fire they will go, after
all has been written and done, to the
fire to be burnished or burned, and
what will remain
will tell me if I should run this race again.
© Ella Wagemakers, 14.14 Dutch time (= 8.14 EST in the US)
I dress your flesh
With heal caress
Bruises kissed
To nothing mist
Seal your pain
To nothing shame
Held away to make no gain
Within the clutch to leave you lame
Dead pools quaf
The empty off
Tremble numb
And quite undone
Who needs sleep
when adrenaline is pumping through your veins
Why sleep
when so much can be attained while awake
Sleep, overrated, measured wrongly
Sleep is
when nightmares haunt you
Stay awake
and nothing will hurt you
Sleep – Gah!
Who needs sleep?
what sweet victory do my eyes behold?
the sweetest story ever told;
how strangers came from every hand-
and wrote themselves a promised land;
and tainted not one single sound
but did indeed make love abound.
then in the final hour, spent-
gave their souls to words without repent;
and as their eyes did sleep pursue-
their brains turned off, just to renew-
to come back strong some other day-
to the poetry marathon and have their say.
Let me sleep beside you.
After all the work is done.
And the day has come to a close.
I think you want my company too.
Howling children are now sedate.
Our stomach full of good cooking.
Worn out from the day.
Longing for that sweet embrace.
I want drown in a thousand pillows.
The ones covering your bed.
Feel your heat radiating into me.
As I lay next to my hero.
Finally when our eyes close.
Our dreams are just waking moments.
I picture us together where-ever we are.
As I place kisses under your nose.