24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The red leaves and the brisk air bring a calm to my soul a cloudy day makes me go out and play reminiscent of what I call home. The time before winter when I appreciate the most the main course I look forward to year round. Once the noises are all silent and no one makes a sound. I take that leap and drift through space an experience of all some call it losing your mind but I just call it fall.
We can still be normal.
After the loss.
Sometimes when we let it happen.
We can still be the family we were before.
When we aren’t paying attention.
When we ignore the empty chair.
But it doesn’t last forever.
The absence of her steady laugh in the back ground.
Is a screaming silence.
That is never really covered over,
by the temporary laughter.
It’s seems funny, the way the animals sound at a distance, the mountains stand tall, I have read they could be mustard seeds, only if my faith allows…
Sway branches creak
all night long
in the frolicsome storm
I remember your voices
and the ceaseless chanting of your leaves
sing to me your stories
on the autumn winds
rock me in your arms
until the world never ends
As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech,
And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach,
The fireflies dance like a lantern alight,
While their laughter disperses the silence of night.
The grains of sand
Are joined in turn
A rock is formed
In this.
When gathered more
The grains of sand
A boulder
Now exists.
When gathered All
The grains together
Now I can see
The mountains in the sand.
The Green Canoe by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon Poem
I took this in Tobermorey 2013
It greets me at the water’s edge
Where pebbles meet the shore
“Come closer friend,” it beckons me
“And I shall tell you more.”
Of sparkling waters deep and clear
Weathered rock and trees,
Of Natural beauty everywhere
As far as your eye sees.
“Take me to the water” and
“Travel with me, down the bay”
“All you need to bring is your paddle
To bring with you this day.”
Poem #3 for poetry half marathon
At least when my ADD
collides with my OCD
Things are chaotically
happening orderly.
I can sing a song of six-pence,
but not one of five,
uneven numbers,
sting in my head like angry bees
from a sticky hive.
I can also sing really fast,
marching to the drums,
Oooh squirrel!
What, how, when – FOCUS!
Hopefully I’ll stay, hold your thumbs!
Now you know a little about yours truly,
I don’t suffer ADD or OCD,
I think these things
are suffering
me!
At least when my ADD
collides with my OCD
Things are chaotically
happening orderly.
Part IV
Over the top – flamboyant,
is how many artists are caught to fight the front lines,
for me,
I was standing too close to the edge of the bunker,
the dirt gave way and I fell inside,
alone and screaming for my comrades to come
rescue me…
they couldn’t hear my voiceless cries,
I couldn’t hear my voiceless cries…
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 11:00 am
Its so great to see the beautiful Beaches
Lay in the sun
Feel the gentle breeze blowing
Enjoy the sand and sea
Just to know we have it all
Is a wonderful blessing to me.