Hour 24
hope is what we choose
when the world is consumed in chaos
when all our dreams are charred
and the only path is through change
hope is the only choice
Hour 24, Poem 30
On a warm afternoon
Sunlight filters through the leaves
Forming shadows on the ground
Covered with yellow leaves
And I am here
In the gentle embrace of warmth
Trying to catch a bit of
Sunlight enchanting me
But how would you catch something
You have already?
In your heart, in mine too
An eternal sunshine flows through.
Keeping warm at the onset of fall
Or be it in the middle of winter blues
A little bit of our own sunlight
That’s ‘Hope’ to you.
Are We Done Yet
Running away has been
such a strange purpose
as I am chased by pigs
feigning greatness.
Peace, such an elusive
state of being
in this state of chaos.
I am almost ready to fight,
but I hate fighting.
Until then… I just keep running.
H24.P24 – Hope
I rise and see beauty
Clouds floating
Birds gliding
The earth smiles when it rains
We grow happy
When we take care of earth.
Hour 13 : Profession or Passion?
“Is it really a profession?” They asked.
“It is, driven by passion,” I replied.
Passionfruit reference?
Full of references, diffrences and multitudes.
Books become the graveyard of letters.
Time to leave (Hour 24)
Finally I can see the peak,
the journey turned out to be so neat,
didn’t realize we came to the end,
time to leave until we meet again.
One can take some rest,
enjoy the view,
you are on the top,
time for something new,
we will gather once more,
and celebrate this journey we began.
Time to leave now,
see you next time,
we will meet again!
P.S: Dedicated to my fellow poets who took part in the marathon.
Hour 23 – Together
Beside the water where fishes live I sit and dream about the day that children and fishes together at the bottom of the river can play I dream of the moments I can soar with the ravens and eagles, starlings and more high above this fertile earth Ants will show me their tunnels below where families together build a home and bees will guide me to their hive teach me how to build a comb Elk and moose, deer and bear take me to sacred spaces where babies are born and share the lands where the elders go to rest I dream of the day when we will be one in love, acceptance, understanding and compassion as we respect the earth, moon and sun growing in knowledge and inspiration
Hour 24 image prompt – sunbeam
Few things are warmer
Than sunbeams in summer
Filtered through
A shady breeze
Sometimes I wonder
If I could perhaps
Eat the trees
Green leaves
But be it a light alike to nothing
Be it a trustworthy ally
I always love to see
Sunbeams filter through the sky
Hour 24 Hope
Someone posted a picture
The Lahaina Banyon Tree
A block-sized wonder
Over a hundred years old
Thought to be lost.
In the deadly fire.
It’s branches black.
Its trunk dark and lifeless.
As the endless stream.
of sad stories and
deep loss
bombarded us every day,
some experts decided to try to save it.
They watered it, fed it
Babied it, cherished it
Three weeks later,
signs of life surge through the trunk
New saplings grow from old, lifeless branches
Hope is a tree
In the center of Lahaina Town
Doing it’s damnedest
to bring hope
to a town broken in pain and loss.
Hope in the form of a tree.
2023 Poem Fifteen
Little Eulogies for the People I Have Been
– She was around a lot longer than she ever thought she’d be. Honestly, she’s still here but in ways she never could have dreamed of.
– He tried. He tried more than he probably should have but he’s a stubborn asshole who wouldn’t have it any other way.
– She was just a child and didn’t deserve how the adults around her reacted to [it]. I wish that, for her sake, they had been able to access [help].
– They’re a dumbass in the kindest of ways. Not like a puppy but also not as jaded as they should have been. Which they paid for but I know them and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
– He loved [them] with his whole being even when he wasn’t sure how to best show it. I’ve never heard an inkling of regret for any love he’s even given no matter how it was returned.
– They made a choice and sometimes we can’t choose the choices we make. It sucks and they knew it but when you’re out of options…
– She needed her [parent] but the other side of the bedroom wall might as well have been a stranger’s house.
– Every version of me that I have been made what I thought was the best decision based on the information I had. I can never fault myself for that nor would I want to.