24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Below the surface
it was all blue and black –
like the bruises
I wore on my heart.
The shipwreck was a magnificent nightmare –
a broken home in the sea.
I looked for you in the debris –
like I searched for you
at Dublin port – day after day,
hour after hour,
holding my breath
for a glimpse of hope.
I wake
Cat ‘s claw in my arm
Time to get up
Alarm screams
Boyfriend chipper
I’m cranky
I want new F word replacement expletives
Need coffee
Sleep
Inspiration
Chiquita banana lady has died
Dallas police station stormed
Computer freezes
Chirping insect outside
An annoying soundtrack
Over my impatient brain search
Jumbled
Scattered
Cat fed
Coffee sipped
Computer light too bright
Words typed
Marathon officially begun.
Poem 1 – Thoughts of Life
Why do these thoughts of mine
Often linger?
Awake to see the goodness around
The breath of life
The bird’s amazing sound
The lion’s challenging bite
The flower’s blossom
In this heart of gold
Surrounded by green nature’s fold
Into this underwater ground
Swam, sunk, stocked
Hurted by rocks
Along those fine sharp sands
Trying to paddle
Through those stormy waves
Embraced by love
Condemn, but still survived
Into this smooth peaceful land
a minute is longer
than an hour
when waiting becomes
mysteriously entangled
with the very fabric
of existence
as you swing through life
always so quietly
I am never sure
when to expect you back
slept under a line of guitars
slowly singing me to sleep
has forged a net of peace
bliss surrounding
forrests of pixie dust
another one bites
~.%
I began cursing frantically
As my fingers hovered across keys
Every word I wrote, every line completed
A disaster….a train wreck in slow motion
A poem whose life was meant to portray
feelings of a foolish man in love
profoundly and with simplicity.
About a woman
That enters a room
As my heart forgets its own beat.
When she speaks
I hear the echo of great wisdom.
Whom kisses me
I feel my place in the universe.
Yet here I am plumes of coffee smoke
Rising from my mug.
Still cursing at the monsoon that is
this poem.
Trying so hard to write about
This love I have for you.
Forsaking lungs, she
flows, knows only her own salt.
The moon pulls her safe.
Poem Written Underwater
Strange to be swimming in my favorite blue dress
the skirt billowing slowly around me
an odd fish to say the least
Deep in the liquid atmosphere and breathing well
no struggling for the old oxygen
that used to keep me
Death, I have feared lifelong my own drowning
and I wonder now why so much
now new inhaling preserves me
I’ll not walk on dirty sand this afternoon, laughing
mirrored back in a lover’s eyes
My reflection extinguished
I’m not gulping and crying for rescuing hands
They reach, I push away, not to be reached
I’m choosing the deep this time
It didn’t feel as good as she remembered.
Now it was tainted.
Most days she played her part,
Her smile was simply painted.
I love you
Three words that once meant so much.
No longer what I wanted
No longer in its clutch.
V.Sky