24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Young I am not.
Eager, I am in droves.
Sucking in as much knowledge
as I can.
Cramming as much as I can
into this tiny mind.
Hot pans and late nights make
for never a dull moment.
Eager bellies wait for no cook
to discover their groove.
Fire tempered future starts
now.
my secret lover
his morning song can consume me-
dark blossom bouquet that burns through
these dry cracks
showers off my dirt
makes me whole again;
able to run in the meadow-
when i close my eyes i can smell you
blowing in the wind.
quiet still thoughts sap my strength
hold me hostage to this sweet inner peace.
secret passions burning
looking for a place to call home-
his constant fire brands me his-
the endless refrain that plays out
a song with words that only we can sing.
my secret lover
always new, yet still the same
sweet voice and soul and smile unchanged;
the careless whisper that i long to hear
sends out his muted signals for me to get
and i wait with baited breath for the call;
the quiet plea to the place
where i discover what love should be.
Her face looked gaunt and old
her body bloated more
each time I saw her
she thought she could block up the door
with a pendant of the goddess of disappointment
entwined around her neck
on a silver chain rich with tarnish
divorce and disappointment clotted every door jam
she was only so angry
because nobody loved her anymore
I don’t live with her
Like ivy
my love puts fingers into every crack
that her despair left behind
I would rather tear the structure down
than to live with her old corpses
anymore
The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes?
You stumble through the winter’s breath,
Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks,
Footprints that lead not so much from where you’ve been as to where you wish you could return,
But winter is the month of no return,
The pine trees mourn the melting snow, like a blanket ripped away before it has the chance to warm your feet,
The taste of “yes” is in your mouth,
That vile, bitter word,
But all at once both soothing and sweet,
You will not let it slip from your tongue,
Not until you return to where you’ve never been,
Not until the winter learns to hold onto its icy limbs for eternity.
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle. He said
That you are here–that life exist and identity
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse
That the powerful play goes on and YOU may contribute a verse
What will your verse be? He said
And for that verse, I say,
Touching the lives of many
As you slowly drift away
Wait
Stop
To understand the world will forget
Not
That you were here–that life exist and identity
That the powerful play goes on and you have contributed a verse
This is yours
~.%
The doors slam and the locking sound reminds me of the way I once felt in a panic attack, I know I’m leaving here though, that panic attack once made me beleive every lie it caused me breath to catch off inhale, too much exhale. What’s the difference, how do I know I will walk out this locked door….
Twenty-three cyclists
Sporting brilliant Saturday plumage
Tour the boulevard,
Three or four abreast
In tight formation.
One rider hugs the yellow line,
His taillight flashing crimson warnings.
They lean into the curve as one
Wheeling like a flock of
Clownish pelicans.
11AM
Quiet
cloudy
dog and cat are sleeping.
Husband and son are working
daughter is at volleyball practice.
I’m here, writing
words barely flowing.
Stepped outside for a few
cool and nice end of summer day
feels like fall in New England(CT)
I want to believe your words because your actions fail me often. No eye contact is made for it may reveal deception. I make believe forever though I know our love has a limit. You slip farther away each day until your no longer in view and I’m left to pick up the pieces haunted by whispers of you.
The gift given from love
Never taken for granted
Practice and nurture
Through the ebb and flow of life
Rising and falling like
A ship at sea
And when moored safely at to the shore
Let the gift shine brightly for all
To see after years
Of protection and nurturing
Lets share the beauty
And the wonder
Of what is the gift
A message given to
Everyone at precisely the right time
No longer hiding the treasure
that is the gift.