Hope ~ an Acrostic
Hope ~ an Acrostic
what a lovely
four letter word
Heavenly sounding
Oaths, from above
Prayers, going up
Extracurricular activity
Hour 24
I did it!! The writing might suck for all the poems but I did it! I wrote 24 poems in 24 hours once again. Now to double check they are all posted!
Hour 24 prompt inspired
The feeling of light when there’s no sun
The breath of air underwater
The steady ground when there was quicksand
Your hand in mine forever and a day
The belief that you don’t have something hiding
Something incurable waiting beneath your skin
The dawn at midnight
The clearing after the deepest forest
The magic of flight with no wings
24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 24: A Tribute to Edith Sitwell “Still Stands the Lake”
still stands the lake
it’s peace a gentle tease
I ask, can it be prolonged
there is so much at stake
still stands the lake
so quiet and motionless
can this be transformed to me
or would it be a terrible mistake
still stands the lake
the bold cliffs peering down
awaiting a rush of morning
but midnight is still awake
still stands the lake
tall pines reaching in hunger
impatient in starlit rest
no feet for needle’s break
still stands the lake
I ponder a silly echo
then hesitate with the serenity of respect
still stands the lake
Hour 24.25
The poetry is done for now
I slip away to bed
Allowing just this treat for now
I rest my weary head
And though I do not publish this
On the 25th hour
50 poems I have writ
Within 24 tight hours
What Will Be-Hour Twenty-Four
One day, it’ll happen.
I can see it clearly, as plain as today.
I will wake up, half-asleep still.
Cold morning light, lavender-gray soft
filters in one window, scudded with clouds,
and a heavy weight will be ’round my waist.
All those years of waiting,
of silent tears and reaching out in the night
to an empty bedside will be just an echo.
An echo of what was, what never will be again.
And all the dreams of today will pale
in the face of that ready tomorrow.
With your voice low in my ear, gentle, sweet,
a time without limits, without an ocean between,
just us and the quiet dawn cresting.
So here’s to that ready tomorrow, my darlin’,
of that we will make it be.
Just you, me, and my little boy together,
at long last at rest, at home, with more to come
and much more life left to share, to give.
Come, my lover, rise with me on that tomorrow.
Let’s greet the sun together.
HOPE
Through the fog I can see the light,
Filtering in like a rainbow of lasers.
My heart starts to lift,
No longer a sinking feeling in my chest.
I close my eyes,
Inhale deeply,
I am at peace.
The worries of yesterday gone,
The promise of tomorrow taking its place.
Hour 24: Two Stargazers
We sit on opposite sides
Staring up at the celestial bodies
Waiting for shooting stars
We make silent wishes
And let our fingers drift
In warm eddies
They touch
Neither of us know anything about the patterns
Painting the sky above us
But we still watch
And marvel
Hour 16
Why do men want flawless women?
Are they flawless? No way! Then?
It is a mystery to be solved, now I have
to make therapy through writing poetry!
Hour 24- How To Say Goodbye?
As I headed to the finish line of this long and wondrous night
I get the call that you, Aunt Shirl, reached your own, finished your fight.
Throughout my life you were always there for me.
You accepted me, loved me, cared for me.
I do not know what to think, how to understand you are gone.
Gone from this world, at least, but never gone from my memories.
Tears are streaming down my face, even as I smile sadly.
I know you are at peace. I know you were tired.
I am sending my love to you in Heaven.
3 Before
Vintage continues to survive
Forgotten in the back of a drawer
Cherished perhaps saved for others
Who may never truly deserve
Smiles for those people passed
Salvaged in black and white
Glossy paper patterned edges
Turned over names and dates
Times were better then echoed
As if troubles began only now
Heads knowingly nod in unison
Those censored memories endure