24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Silence. Muffled thoughts.
Lifeless body staring back from hollow eyes.
Dark circles covered with
shiny stars.
Pouty lips and smeared colour all over
your cheek in a peculiar shape.
At the back of your palm, she said;
“Your future is written”.
Protruding veins and specks of bruises
in violet and yellow sunshine.
It almost loks like the scales on a dragon.
i carve out intricate pieces of you-
a twinkling eye
a chiseled jaw
a strong hand
two long legs
i melt your pieces together
make you whole again
the way you make me when i’m with you.
Clouds cleared
revealing sunshine
right practice, right skill
( on Reiki Precept- be honest)
If I went there
Where would I be?
Would I be
Here or there?
One in the same
No time domain
Connected
Everywhere.
Somedays, the mundane bears down heavy
Memories scented with magnificent pine trees and tall strong redwoods lure me away
Promises of cooler temperatures and cleaner air
A pure crystal lake inspired picnic
Perfection in the getaway.
Just saw a headline
6 Things to do
After the Honeymoon
I began listing them
Hold back your temper
Don’t yell
Learn to be yelled at
Live with it
Whatever it is
Give Give
Don’t take too much
Wash your dishes
Pick up after yourself
Compromise then
Compromise more
Watch your mouth
Hold back your feelings
Pretend you don’t see
Act like you don’t know
Learn to accept
Learn to ignore
Learn to be us
Let go of self
Learn to be we
Let go of me
Way more than 6
Til death do us part
After the honeymoon
Learn to be cynical
Learn to be passive
Learn to be self sacrificing
Guess I didn’t like marriage so much
The Golfers Hands
Familiar they formed over mine, I was a little girl, I wanted to be taught, I needed to be able to say, My daddy taught me how to hit, I pulled my arms up and the movement in the air was a terrifying swing, I didn’t know where he had gone, or why he left, I was so past the questions, but the answers rose, I never saw a petal on the course, not one, he loves me he loves me not, he taught me how to stand when I swing, and all I wanted to say was, my daddy taught me how to stand, every bit of that ex that hit me across my face diminished, and the golf ball flew far and the speed was deep, I was running out of waisted years and so I put myself back in the moment, he taught me what to wear and what not to bring, and all I wanted to say was my daddy taught me how to cover my jewels and every 20 dollar bill that folded into my breast, when I was under 25 hit the ground and I was able to blossom, because daddy told me so, he taught me the rules, the fundamental things, pointed out the holes, and all I wanted to say was, my daddy taught me what to do, where to go, and what depth I can handle should I fall in, the golf ball rolled to the right and all I heard him say was “good job” and all I wanted to say was my daddy told me so, my daddy folded my hand under his and I knew the concepts of life, I understood what it felt like to be beneath a man with my cloths on, only a bare hand, his touch was so smooth, I never knew his hands felt this way, I was a little girl in my 30s that day…
“Midnight”
Midnight is upon us,
Nothing is as it seems,
No one is who they appear to be,
Masks of deception.
Faceless strangers move stealthy under the dark cover of night.
The bright lit moon of the midnight hour is the only light.
Words as sharp as daggers pierce the hollow of the darkness.
Drip, drop
Life dwindles away.
Ah, but this midnight has become so scary, so dismal, so dreary.
Pity upon myself,
As I am alone in this gloom,
As my life’s blood has been splattered.
How I long to be someone else,
I loathe this midnight hour.
The dreadful strangers in the blackness,
Creep and crawl,
Getting much closer now,
I am disillusioned no longer,
I can be fierce no longer,
In this devilish midnight hour.