24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Solitude is something I crave all the time,
a perfect chance to stop and calm my racing mind,
too many people create too much noise,
solitude helps me to hear my own voice,
it helps ground me to the things I hold close,
books, writing, my cat, and my home,
all essential elements to have by my side,
I don’t require much for my solitary life.
1AM
I’m here with my pen
waiting to write
waiting for ideas
and inspiration.
Looking for a word
to start writing.
Something powerful
and pretty.
It’s late, or early
my brain is tired
the gears are still working
just slower
til the sun rises.
i just can’t let go of the teeter totters the times when they were out of balance because you left and i flew to the ground because even gravity doesn’t know what to do without you for a moment in time you balance me and the weight of the world is alright
Eyes closed,
lucid with the flirting sound off wind chimes.
Climbing our spirit’s lattice,
weaving healing from the inside.
Wind engaged, teasing,
encouraging between the two, a light fandango.
Sweet rhythm’s, each one conduit,
Brings with each melodious note, new breath rushing through it.
Songs of the angels,
Lullaby our ears.
Bring about joyous resonance,
releasing with its presence, blessed tears.
Silent
You fancy me mad
Because I find
Words
Too precious to waste on small talk
Trapped in my mind
Words
Live to be written
They breathe
Walk around
Forming mountains
Commanding armies
Still you fancy me mad
~.%
I sit by myself.
Quietly.
I feel my breath move in
and out.
I want to shout.
To scream.
To feel emotion.
To feel something.
I look over and realize he is asleep.
Sound, fast asleep.
How can he do that? And so easily?
I’ve never felt so lonely
yet people know us as a couple.
A happy couple.
Who laugh and share.
What a joke. (on me.)
This makes me laugh out loud.
My giggle does not wake him.
Did I want that to happen?
A couple of years earlier
I would never have dreamed about this situation.
Either wanting it or being in it.
How did I get here, anyway?
Now I am trying to find a way out.
Oh yes! We all have a knockers club
Some knockers are real and others
Found in our minds called the
Voice of self-doubt
Life is a sequence of choices
Do we listen to their negativity and put downs?
Or do we rise above them?
Do we let fear take control?
Or do we take the first step?
A tiny little one at first
Then a wobbly first walk
Until it turns into
A running stride of confidence
Where no Knocker
Can catch you!
As you strive towards your chosen goal
Don’t be disheartened by the Knockers Club
For they do indeed
Serve their purpose
The voice of self-doubt
Both real and imagined
It’s the fuel, the steam
You use to reach your hearts desire
Thank you to my Knockers Club
If it wasn’t for you
I possibly wouldn’t achieved
What I have today
You bring a smile to my face
And a sense of achievement
Each time I have the opportunity and
The reason to prove you all wrong
Both real and imagined.
(s)he wants a lover
he wants a friend
but h(er) parents do
not know
what to call h(im)
at family dinners
at Sunday brunches
or on field trip attendance forms
all of h(is) friends think that
(s)he was so pretty and that
(s)he could have any boy
that he wanted
if (s)he wanted him
but he just wanted
a friend
to hold
h(is)
hand
__ar.
(poem on transgenderism. needs much revision. was just a concept, i didn’t fully draw it out)
** Decisions **
As she climbs the hill to the top of the opening of the walk way underneath her feet.
She sits.
Dangling legs.
Heart sinks.
Tears rolling down her face.
Wondering why.
Why he had to leave.
He was my best friend.
I never told him that I love him.
I wish he could be here right here with me.
The clear blue rock she sits on becomes darker,
and darker as every tear falls from her face.
She sits looking over the edge.
Will it kill me?
Let me be with him?
Should I fall over or walk town and continue with my life?
She stands up
Bawling now,
She leans over the edge and jumps.
Instantly dead.
Instantly their souls meet in heaven.
~April Sue Kraniak~
**Goodbye World **
Dark nights.
wiping the tears off her face as they touch her jaw.
Dreary days.
as she picks out an outfit, one to cover her skin.
Blind spots.
no one notices why she is the way she is.
Pain hurts.
she aches in pain, from every hit.
He hits.
when he’s drunk he hits her precious skin.
Kill me.
she doesn’t want to be here anymore.
Finally,
the neighbor called the cops.
He got.
more furious.
Goodbye world.
was the last longing words her mother read.
Clueless mother.
her mother never knew, now she lost her own daughter.
Divorce papers.
she divorced him moved across the country.
Her grave.
mom buried you close to her new home.
You are.
you were, are, and always will be loved and missed.
~April Sue Kraniak~