24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
We are, all of us, creating ourselves // pieces piled up on others // crevices and convergences serving to draw nourishment greedily down to the whole // splayed, fingers spread, hearts open, we stand // until in pain (or purpose) we fold our layers in and contract // and slowly begin again.
She handed me the pattern
Walked away; left me there – alone for a while
She refused to answer my questions
Looking over my shoulder
Sighed, tisked and smiled
I figured it out.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Free Verse; Recipe Poem
Silence portrays peace
When you sleep
In heaven
I need you
Daddy
I’m seven
And never been seen
Under the stars of eleven
Take me
Daddy
I need you
Take me with you
So I can see the stars
With you
Let me look down
On the earths ground
With you
Daddy
I miss you
It was fifteen
Lost-gone- Betrayed
I needed you
To grow
And now my age has sown
Without you
Daddy
Take me with you
it’s been said a lady doesn’t have a memorie; when soul exchanging its the subject.
i must said my memorie its alive; it replays on its on. im her target each and every nigth. we oneself when letting go of any rules; the only witness are this walls and my ink to put this lovely memories in paper. i must said when we color; we never stay inside the line; we all over. her delicate way to brush the paint in the paper it can’t be describe; you could only see it and feel it. her unique way to bring me alive; its her famous eye snake movement; even though its out the line she takes care of each particular space in the coloring paper. i must said im satisfied with her beautiful artist talento…she is one of a kind; i give her no restristion; she has access in every department of my inside instrumental. she dare to love me and im xtremely lost in her garden of lust and desire ;
no longer thirsty of her sweetnes ; i have it all
yo si lo siento…
He eats anything
Toxic or non-toxic
He’s a mass, large vet bill
Oh, I wish he’d stop it
He really doesn’t have to
Because he’s a gift from above
He provides me everyday
With unconditional love
Conversations obviously don’t need a human response
if man’s best friend isn’t a man himself
“Do you want to go outside?” A whimper I get.
His eyes are wondering, he is starting to fret.
We leap to the door to explore what’s outside,
he is lifting his leg marking with pride.
He runs right bedside me,
this friend of mine.
In his heart I’m his and in my heart he’s mine.
I miss
How that little stubby tail
Of yours
Would wiggle
Like the speed of light
Every time I’d come home
From a long day
At work
You became
not
Only my spoiled
Baby
But my confidante
You’d look at me
As if I were crazy
Anytime I’d
Go off the whim
With whatever was on my mind
tilting your head
From left to right
Unaware of what I was saying
You’d lather my face
With your tongue licking slime
A sense of nostalgia
Ensues
Each time I think of you
It’s been 7 years
Since I had to put you down
The memories still seem so fresh
I just wanted you to be
Pain free
I still remember
That day
It was like you knew
You stood so close to me
Giving me all the last licks
You could
It was all too fast
When it happened
Barely had the chance to tell you
Goodbye
I couldn’t find the guts to leave your side
So I watched you
Take your last breaths
I whispered, “be well and good night”.
Once it was all said and done
I just wish
I could go in time
And bring you back
To when you were alive and mine
The symbol of your soul,
The dirty streets of your rustic dream,
Of that winter home in the forest.
Or perhaps the muddy earth,
From after the rain,
The defeated walk,
And the stains on your feet,
The brown, copper world,
Of your life,
The remnants of us,
The friendship,
The pull to your soul, always a pull,
Sitting here, I could write about you forever,
Stitched to my heart,
And together yet pulled apart,
Like ripped seams,
And we wonder why people are not good,
Or great, to one another, like Bukowski said,
The endless walk through the fire,
We do not do anything well,
I still see you treading down the hill,
In the dirty streets,
And in the mud,
Your soul stained brown just like your last name.
Caramel coat
Shining against the sun
Sometimes even the moon
Always ready to go
Wildly sprinting
Ears blowing in the wind
trailing behind
Small, yet strong
Small, yet protective
My comforter
Gentle, loving, and kind
Pure
A bright star in my day
A forgive me present
A love me present
An apology present
An irreplaceable present
A missed present