24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I should have been prepared for this:
how random words form swarms overhead,
how colors crash and collide mid-air,
how sounds ooze into small spaces,
how memories meld yes, no, maybe.
I should have smelled the chaos of these poems coming.
Hi, my name is Rohan Rathore and I write at a blog name The Twenty Something on my website www.rohanrathore.com
I’m a writer, a blogger, a geek, an artist, a scientist, a believer and a seeker. I’m not perfect, I’m just passionate about practice.
Paper thin veil,
lushious heart and blissfully open soul.
Layer upon layer in strokes of heat.
Waves of star constellations;
shivering.
Convinced by wishful promises,
as secret gardens
were filled by drops of water-
falling like leaves.
I am the crone. I live to honour the five elements, glinting in the gems of my sacred pentacle:
Fire: must be wakened, however formidable it seems. Its radiance comforts with its light and its heat. And in its crackling warmth desires are replete.
Water: may drown, engulf all in its wake. But if treated aright, our filth does it take. And reminds us daily that all must pass, as it swifts away rivers, gliding past.
Through air I fall, in the night- in my dreams. It cannot hold me, but I need it to breathe. To carry away the clouds on its back, and bring home the birds to perch on the stack.
Earth: This is my element- my parent, my bastion beneath my feet. Her only failing is man: he whips her until she bleeds. I curse his deeds!
Spirit: eludes physical description. It is what I am. It is fed from the five known senses and engenders the last.
A pretty picture
A broken frame
A shattered glass
A memory
A place
A time
A day
A moment lost
A moment gained
I can remember the times we argued
They stab me like hot pokers
From a fire that will never extinguish
It burns me, even today, years after you went away
I can remember the times we smiled
They bathe me like the sun on a new spring day
Welcome and quietly shining
They warm me, even today, years after you went away
I can remember the times we cried
They eclipse me like the moon hiding the sun
Both coming and going slowly
They darken me, even today, years after you went away
I can remember the times we laughed
They tickle me like dancing faeries
Twirling and smiling with joy
I giggle with them, even today, years after you went away
I can remember the day you left
It both soothes me and tortures me like the wind
Your last words, your last smile, your last breath
I cling to them, even today, years after you went way
We are here for a reason I suppose to keep each other away from the cold.
Grab a friend and let the story begin
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nothing of significance:
a fence scarred by weather
new-mown grass brown with clippings
sometimes a sparrow dancing on a rail
a patch of Oklahoma sky soft with autumn
the home I dreamt of as a child
Death has been on my mind lately
All over the news
Spilling all over my life
An old friend visiting me
An old enemy that always returns
Death toys with me,
Tugs at me
Tempts me
Terrifies me
Standing waiting
Like a waiter, or a butler
Or a manager
An executioner
Judging it all
Dark mysterious
Stealing loved ones
Giving me no choices
Just adapt, change
The only true real thing
I brace myself
Wondering who’s next
When
How
But I am never prepared
Death likes it that way
It makes him proud
He likes being in charge
Making pancakes for you before I have had my coffee, is a recipe that consists of the following ingredients:
One overly hot pan
Not enough butter
Undercooked batter in some places
Overcooked batter in others
A few cuss words sprinkled through…
Voila!
Burnt pancakes are served…to the birds…