24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A feeling of expectation
a desire for something to happen,
that’s hope
good things
great things
the not so great
things
all build the feeling
of anticipation
for hope…
hope keeps us
grounded
in what we need
hope gives us
a sense of
why we feel
what we feel
hope
springs eternal
Taunting fate
It opens the door to expectancy
something may happen
something may not
Still, we indulge in magical thinking
The illusion of omnipotence
fronting a positive outcome
I love you, but I’m not a thief
Despite the masses disbelief
No matter what we tend to think
You do not belong to me
We’ve always known to some degree
The way this venture had to be
I can’t bring artillery
We’re better than a robbery
I want you, but you’re not a need
Even though my heart shall bleed
I cannot be the wrecking ball
I can’t set fire to it all
Together we’re a roaring flame
On my own, I’m just a flicker
And no matter how I try
I can’t make my courage bigger
“They love me” never sounds the same
When followed by, “You’ll see.
Any day now, I can tell
They’ll leave their wife for me.”
3 AM Pancakes
I’ve grown so accustomed to you being there
I can no longer sleep when you’re not
In fact, here I am with my 3 AM pancakes
Alone and unable to sleep
It’s funny that years of sleeping alone
So normal and now foreign and odd
But that’s how you’ve changed things and that’s A-OK
Because memories are better with you
Even if not together, pancakes are our forte
And I would not change anything
They still bring you closer to me, in their goodness
Even if it is in the late pre-dawn hours
For even that early, we’ll always have pancakes
Take that, Paris lovers, abound
You can have Paris, I’d rather have pancakes
And sweet bonding time spent with you
For even if away, in different locations
Pancakes over Zoom keeps you near
And of that, I’d change little, except your location
For it’s pancakes and you, I hold dear
Hope ~ an Acrostic
what a lovely
four letter word
Heavenly sounding
Oaths, from above
Prayers, going up
Extracurricular activity
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
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
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
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.
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.