24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You are my inspiration
Where are you
You had said the musk is inside
The deer always has always will
That musk, that inner light
That we all possess
How I know this but
Still “I” don’t know
My mind and my body
Are in chaos
I know that we have never “met”
I am restless indoors and outdoors
What is this love of mine?
How can I find some one?
Who can take this message?
To my “inspiration” …
(For my favorite poet – Kabir Das)
Seema Sahoo – ©
Harvey,
or should I call you Javier?
I don’t want to be too familiar.
But we have known each other
for as long as I can remember.
I don’t want to waste your valuable time.
And maybe you don’t have any for someone like me.
But I have to ask in hopes that you’ll hear.
What is it
that motivates
you
to write?
Death
To beat death at its own game,
And live on and on forever,
Is this the dream, the wish,
A hope for everafter?
I do not know,
And, then, what is the point?
For Death must surely come for all,
To carry on alone would be awfully cruel.
We hope there is an afterlife,
And live a life good and true,
But this mortal world will close to us,
Whatever we try to do.
So life your life,
And make it count
Be remembered in good words and deeds,
And add your verse, for others to read.
Time waits for no one.
It doesn’t care that I want it to linger
so that I can enjoy this moment just a little longer.
It doesn’t care that I need it to wait,
so that I can finish what I started…on time.
Time is no one’s friend.
It marches on until eternity comes to an end.
Time and time again I plead for time to wait for me.
So that I can find love before time ends,
So that I can finish this song and have a new beginning.
Time is no one’s enemy,
It does what it pleases and
marches to the beat of its own timing.
I wish that time would wait for me.
So that I can have all the time in the world.
When your warmth leaves me
What will I see?
Illuminated by morning light
As you ought to be
With softest skin and sharpest edge
But not with me
To gaze into those long-lashed eyes
Of warmest blue
And be shown your deepest adoration
In that rhytmic way you do
What is it that you hide in there?
I never knew
Soon you will be gone from here
Across the deep
I’ll try my best, in silence
Not to weep
You are what I will dream of
Before I sleep
It’s a constant fight
A two v all
Quit trying to bring me down.
We’ll be alright
He’ll catch my fall
We can build our own little town.
I found her roughened, buried among the coals.
Like a newborn escaping the mouth of Life,
Nestled among the sands of the ocean floor,
Using a thread of hope to find her,
Among the mountainous haystack,
Seek and you shall find:
The obelisk of your affections,
The very map of discovery is a labyrinth,
With a broken compass: a one way,
No forks to divide the undivided, indivisible path.
A divination: a divine right to love the obscure and overlooked,
Such creatures are made up of unconditional affinity,
The universe’s tribute to you and me.
I want you to love me.
I want you to love me for who I am.
I want to feel your embrace.
Your warmth against my face.
I want to know you,
and to make your heart race.
I don’t just want you.
I need you.
If you don’t play with your piano it will run away.
I know, because I met one, nestled in between beech trees and so many kinds of ancient greens and wild flowers
Whispering, ever so softly on the wind, for someone to come and play.
I would sneak out every night from the red barn house with my copper lantern glowing softly, lighting my way.
We would sing and dance and play for hours in the woods surrounded by the laughter of faeries and fiddlehead ferns.