24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I feel you in my mouth
Murky soft
Hint of vanilla
Slight froth
You have become my best friend
I live for our moments together
You pick me up
When I pick you up
You fill me with sweet love
Sip after sip after sip
I have become enslaved by you
You are my truest love
My deepest need
My obsession
You hold my future
In the center of my palm
Do not fail me now
When I need you most
I do so love you
My vanilla roast
Time
Always fleeing
Never
Keeping still
Lost
In translation
Catch
Hold on
And never let go
I don’t know much about the Bering Sea
Except that it’s cold
Deep
Dangerous
Everything I know is from television
Fishermen turned TV stars
Everyday men doing deadly work
Weather that drives it all
Everything I know is from television
Except that you’re there
At night I think of you and
I can feel the cold wind
See the white crests of waves
Washing over the deck
As young men struggle to hold on
And pull lines of fish aboard,
Their focus split between life and livelihood
I whisper you name
Say a prayer
Push away the fear
Send you my love
And wish I didn’t know anything about the Bering Sea
I was thinking if him today and it made me smile. That ear to ear kind that makes your eyes squint and your cheeks rise. I could hear his voice saying my name in a loving tone. His beautiful imperfections I had gotten used to now I have to get used to loving memories because loving him is not an option. My choice but seemed like my hand was forced rather remember the past fondly then to suffer in the present. The hurt will keep me away reminding me of why I can’t have him.
Ah, mister cat!
Your secret fondness for sweets and treats did you in!
Your 30 white horses fled the rough red hill.
Would, that you could
Grin without a grin?
We now have to consider
The gibbet
They prayed
He would not requite his death
With storms or other
adversaries
A bed full of fleas
Was more than merely witty
Then came the ballybog
Mud covered they rise
On their bulbous bodies
Arms and legs like sticks
Their neckless heads
Grunt and gibber
The boggies chased
The murderous crew
All covered in fleas
They griped and they whined
Covered in ballybog slime
With his arms stretched wide
And a mouth full
Of rotten teeth
The bog-a-boo was relentless
Each man who hung
Old Charlie up high
Grew stuck in the mud
Human sacrifices left to die
Captive in the moment
Of magic,
Drums beating
Flutes playing
And dancing
Angels in.
Floating
High above it all
She joins in
The dance
Of ecstasy.
1. My mother.
2. Dressed well in a dignified way.
3. Loved to sing.
4. Knew right from wrong.
5. Born under the sign of Cancer.
6. Died of Cancer.
7. Pretended to care about sports.
8. World class cook in tiny kitchen.
9. Pillar of the family – like her mother.
10. Dignified.
I’m in a situation
I’m out of love and into it
I’m on the dime of ten
But would sun tract anything
Just to be on cloud nine
I fantasized as he took my hand
Eyes closed I had no idea who was which
Maybe I was the witch
To lay between my own feelings
And haunt their minds
I thought they knew
At least one of them
Maybe both
Wait we all knew
The moments of I love you
Is it possible to love
Can it be real
Can I honestly feel different
With each
I’m pouring out my thoughts
And they hold their buckets
Shuffle thru them
Dump them
Only to return and throw it all in my face
I can’t erase or go back
Yet you stand here
Asking me not to break us
But we are broke
Broke in…
Where shall I go
Cannot solve the confusion,
Cannot find a way
where shall I go, where shall I go?
The darkness of my heart
Got darker and thicker
Standing, thinking and worrying
Which way to go
any breathe that comes,
Goes piercing by body and mind
Atmosphere of sadness is not passing away
nor any wish is being fulfilled
I am helpless in front of destiny
where shall I go, where shall I go?
Seema Sahoo – ©