24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am looking out the window
Glad to see that morning has come
And the writing of poems will cease
As I slumber heavily on my pillow
The time has been enjoyable
And excruciating- as occasionally
Time ticked by so quickly
And others, tocked about aimlessly
I will do this again
Thankful for an exceptional experience
And conversations with like minds
And kindred spirits
I have been awake for more hours than I can count on both hands, twice
What little sleep I got, wasn’t what I was expecting or hoping for
I wanted the…”my head hit the pillow and I was passed out in less than 2.1 seconds”
but instead
I laid there, with my eyes closed, listening to the poems trying to write myself in my head
Like needy children, crowding me, demanding to be heard
I wanted to give them all attention,
I wanted to write all of those words and send them off into the world
But instead, their buzz, the sound of them flying around
was the lullaby
that finally put me to sleep
False praise, who am I?
Not enough, wanting, shut up
Failed my heart, I suck
The emotion in which I felt as you sat beside me,
stroking my hand and speaking of our first times.
How I would smile and nod, reminiscing of us,
beloved heart of mine, whom I felt was running.
How the small dark fist of doubt lodged firmly,
Impossible to loosen as it unfurled, choking
away whatever hope lingered as your eyes
gazed at mine. And I knew this was it, the end,
we would have no happy ending my beloved one,
and then you slipped to one knee before me,
and something within me let loose.
Finally, my hope and doubt were free.
A new record! I am
writing with my eyes shut.
Inspiration, what time do you call this?
Soon I will be rising before the
sparrows,
or writing poems in my sleep;
dream-depth dribblings will be
scrawled on a page that can’t
be read with waking eyes.
But now sleeping and waking are
becoming ever more alike –
my writing resembles my dreams;
and dreams decorate my days.
Challenge your mind
Be kind
Learn to
Believe
When you release
Self-doubt
Love turns the corner
And
It shows
What you’re about
Dig deep
Find this
Belief
Inside you
Cause
I just
Found it
Felt it
And
I am going to possess it
It is the hardest word
When it comes to
Thy- self
And trusting
The truth
Within your own core
It’s the steps
Taken
Not the ones’
Forgotten
Leave me alone and
Trudge along
To a brighter future
And leave the past mistakes
Where they belong
In the shadow’s
Love is the light
And you own it
Love it when you
Experience
For the first time
You will shine
In the night
With glowing lights
I celebrate
Completion
Companionship
Heroics
Lyrics
Everyone
Known
Unknown
Foxes
Dogs
Turtles
Butterflies
Transcendence
Hope
Love
Excitement
Satisfaction
Grace
Fellows
Sisters
Alpha
Omega
Reflections
Joys
Gratitude
Memories
Family
Friendship
Hurrah
Hallelujah
Amen
waking up for routine of the day
doing all jobs and all necessary matters to accomplish everything
reaching into its peaking point
feeling tired and weary
an invitation to slumber
a bed so inviting
a sleeper weary and tired entered to sleep mode
fast asleep
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For my parents.
Jeannie Workman McMaster: 1920-1994
William Robert McMaster: 1918-1995
Poem 24!!!
They died.
But I remained.
I walked the land they worked.
Remembering the lives we led:
All gone?
I found them in the soil, the sky:
Alive, each season’s turn.
I blossom now.
And grow.
(c) Anne McMaster 2015
Love is patient and kind,
Why is there violence?
Love does not envy and not boast,
Why is there greed?
Love is not proud and is not rude,
Why do we allow hostility?
Love is not self-seeking and is not easily angered,
Why do we allow aggression?
Love keeps no record of wrongs,
Why do we not forgive?
Love rejoices with the truth,
Why do we lie?
Love protects, perseveres, and hopes
Love to be loved!
(Biblical Allusion I Corinthians 13:4-5)
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