24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Clothed in lavender and rosemary boughs
iridescent orbits delight and entrance
coconuts and bongos interrupt the tranquil sight
volcanic stones make my tread light
I’m naked and unrepentant
rushing up an island arises to blight the whole scene
reeking of garden oils, flowers and clean
laughing, splashing all along I was just bathing!
Rising to the occasion,
Making me go crazy
because of your cold, hard gaze,
It’s not so loving tonight: merciless mirror.
Swollen and full of temptations,
Yet, I am drawn to follow your every move,
Never leave your shine,
not like the sun,
There is no warmth in your light.
Follow: you lead,
I get caught in your veil,
Tonight I marry myself to you.
Swaddled in the back of my throat,
The heat simmers,
My insides feel the sinister burn.
Caught in your gaze,
Yes, like a fish, I’m on a hook.
In your gaze, sinking,
I’ll wake after you go down,
Not until it is time to open my eyes,
Right down to my soul,
you glow: you go.
Show me your face,
your saving grace,
White lightning train ride,
Floating on your high,
In the bottom of the glass goes my pride,
Nothing left but the chandeliers of my tears,
Bellowing from all the years,
Fixed upon you fixed upon me,
Hooked to the high school highs,
Loaded on the old school lows,
Blowing the blues to air,
Smothered in my own smoke,
Feeding on my fire,
On my hunger, you taste,
Forget-me-not: wake me up not,
Living to see the sunrise,
Dying from the moonshine.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Daisies are white
And birds of paradise are orange, purple, and green
I’ll always love you
Who cares if the poem doesn’t rhyme?
Dear the boy with eyes so crystal blue,
I couldn’t help but fall into,
I wish you’d had a warning sign,
“I’m not worth wishing you were mine”,
For frozen lakes look pretty too,
But one dip and you will freeze right through,
Now I wonder if I’ll ever thaw,
To be the girl I was before.
The rain is pouring down
it sounds like secrets
being told to fast
by too many people
rambling on by too many
i stopped caring what they said
years ago when my tears
were like this down pour
everyone else did what I’m doing now
raised there umbrellas
and kept walking…
Dear Auden
You said they were never wrong
the old masters
but I walk through galleries
and any fool can tell you
all they knew was grief
Isn’t that wrong?
Shouldn’t there be
somewhere
paintings and sculptures
and music and weavings
filled with light?
How can I believe in you
the cadence of your art
its own heartbeat, its own darkness
when so much light is just beyond
the boundaries of mastery?
You promise life goes on
at least in the margins, where the boy
fell to earth and the dogs romp
and the horse is altogether happy.
But I walk through galleries
and I will tell you once again:
All I see is grief.
Part VII (Introduction to the red poppy field)
The mines are buried,
scattered discreetly
in a beautiful red poppy field;
and because red oozes through
the pores of my skin,
I find myself walking through this field
without hesitation or fear.
I ache to smell the poppies;
roll around in their essences,
pure delight to escape the rocky trail
I have walked upon for years;
I think I have lived all my life to roll around
in the poppy field – letting its beauty deceive me;
like all things beautiful, there must be looming danger..
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 2 PM
Thank you for loving me just as I am
Thank you for being you
Thank you for never losing patience
Thank you for believing in me
Thank you for lighting the way
Thanking for holding my hand
when fear strikes
Thank you making me laugh
When all I want to do was cry
Thanking for standing you ground and
Never giving up
Thank you for being present in my life
Thank you for not ever taking our friendship for granted
Put simply Thank you for everything and
I will love you always.
The name given to four Coves in Jamaica
Nestled in the beautiful Island of sunshine
On the south coast with a people so different
The land Scape is so distinct
The closer you come the more flat plains
You see with fields of low scrub grass
so much like the Savannahs of East Africa
No treasures to be found but its a treasure
In Jamaica Land we love.
