24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Yoke yellow spheres
hold a buttery glow
Sun silhouettes stand tall
Shy satin stalks break from the breeze
Imprinted mud stays motionless,
dented and dry
Knotted wood sits still, sturdy
as an archive now
Submersed in memory
I sit and swing
as my audience of sunflowers curtsy and bow
We offer you
all you need.
If need proves not enough
for satisfying
your empty places,
we offer you
all you want
or think you do.
If this offer leaves you
wanting more,
we offer you
all you desire
or yearn to have.
If heart’s desire disappoints,
another’s needs
we offer you
It was only by a sheer coincidence
that I changed my routine
Went for a walk to Eggerslack Woods
And not in the Oak Woods nearby.
I walked for nearly two miles
And then out of boredom, I decided
To walk through a long grassy field.
I saw a sudden movement and stopped.
Then I saw her – the female adder
Reddish brown with black diamonds
On her back shimmering, silvery in the light.
She shrugged her diamonds as she slithered
And stopped looking at me with her beady eyes.
I retreated a few steps and she was gone.
On the way back her image came back to me.
I felt as if I was floating
I sat and watched the wind pushing itself across the water
How can I keep this
Feeling from sinking?
No one came for me and yet
I felt as if I was floating
All alone
I watched the bee climb the golden flowers of autumn
She didn’t mind me
Does she have someone that cares for her back at the hive?
I felt as if I was floating
When she called me,
It was unexpected.
I could hear her voice
that whole day
I felt as if I was floating.
I took a walk to the edge
Theyd told me wasn’t there
There was a meadow
Wild flowers and long grass
Made the trek at least bareable
Though the sun was strong
And in my eyes so much
I almost walked straight over
Stumbling back my heart raced
From the shock of near death
And the shock of what I saw
Four elephants
Gargantuan beyond measure
Yet dwarfed by the turtle
On which they too rode
A voice came from behind me
‘So now you know’ it said
I turned and realisation dawned
It was probably the fedora
‘Terry’ I smiled
‘Sir Terry’ he said , a twinkle in his eye.
Hour Seven: Ekphrastic from Martin Torrez photo
Each one fights to push my swing. Their heads watch.
They have known me since childhood. They know my secrets.
They know who my new boyfriends are, they know my new girlfriends.
This secret place between nature and I is a special place.
I have grown taller than them now.
I still swing within their humming as the wind sings between their leaves. Since each petal holds a note, only here can I swing and listen to a never-ending childhood melody. DMW
Each year I have yearned
to see all the sunflowers
as they turned.
But try as I might,
the sunflowers grew
out of sight!
Bowing, bending and blending
Growing beyond my tending!
Until that momentous day when
the wooden swing was made!
Over field and
over flower-
I flew overhead
with great power!
Extending my legs and
pushing back my knees,
Oh, the laws of gravity
did I cheat!!!
High in the air-
With a Bird’s Eye View
I saw smiling sunflower heads
AND
the neighbour’s dog Blue!
Rose-of-Sharon
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
The stripped bees creep
Their black bottoms wiggle
As they seep in the sweet nectar
The black swallowtail butterfly
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
Stays but a fraction of a second
A quick drink before fluttering away
Alighting from branch to branch
The ruby throated hummingbird seeks
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
A little ambrosia from each
The blossoms are tired and few this year
Yet the visitors are many and eager
I wonder that there is nectar enough
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
Waiting to sit down on a most inviting swing,
if surrounded by a sunflowers is your thing?
Grab a cold iced-tea or some sparkling water,
and you’ll find this sunny scene is made to order.
So, take a chance on this set in Kansas romance.
Like Dorothy in Oz, go fling the time away,
unless from summer allergies you oft fall prey,
or summer’s temperatures are alarming,
then you really won’t find the scene so charming.
But if you can count the flowers like your blessings,
you will find summer’s tableau most suggesting.
I wish you knew how much I cared
It used to be so easy
You would never have to question
Now I wonder if you still love me,
I can’t peer through the thoughts in your head
I wish you knew how much I cared
But you created made up scenarios in your head
And misconstrued the things I have said,
Settled away from your touch
Piercing words that sting with vengeance
I wish you know how much I cared
I wonder, can we,
Come together
Amend the broken-hearted,
Ponder on the fact that
I wish you knew how much I cared.