24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
cw: none
The canary has never flown;
to fly would mean it would not be owned.
It wonders, now, when it can see the sun
through the room’s tiny window,
what it would be like to soar.
A canary is made to fly and to sing,
and with neither, it wonders:
is it even still a canary?
Or has its very canary-ness been taken,
thrown onto the ground, shattered,
glasslike and glassy
like death’s own reflection?
Two red headed little girls
With big dreams
They were each other’s only friend
Imagination running wild
Mysterious dolls
Unicorn powers
Dreams unexplainable
Houses made of leaves that share our hair color
Skies that sweep you off of your feet
And then oneday
It’s gone
Separated
Crushed
Forced to go it alone
Nobody ever filled the shoes
Of you
Years pass
We lost touch
But language is touching without fingertips
My dear best friend
My childhood true love
Thank you for being the only one there
When I was alone
When I was scared
When I was forgotten
When I needed you the most
Thank you
My job is gone. Just
upped and moved away.
“We’ve decided to go
in a different direction.”
It’s a Friday, way after 5pm.
I get drunk as I strip my cubicle
down to its grey blahness. Say
“see ya” to the dying diffenbachia in
the lobby and take the steps
down.
There’s a creek
That runs through the middle of town
They say if you drink from it
You will be healed
But all I ever got
Were half-filled promises
And a feeling of regret
I still walk down to the creek
To dip my cupped hands
And bring them to my lips
Emus and Cassowaries – Haiku
Damn Cassowaries
Big birds that steal your lunch box
As bad as emus
Union of two souls
Legally bound by Law and God
Some short-others long.
Shared love and burdens
are scattered
embracing all who enter.
Separate thoughts and cares
change perspectives
connect all who enter.
Shared hopes and visions
shape our future
form all who enter.
Separate ideals and values
value-added dreams
build our home.
NEXT
For You
It’s yours alone and everyone’s too
reverse engineer broken fundamentals
Years are just a human timescale
Count the days, pretend to be sick
IV drip
Lights in a screen
5G
What can you see?
Blurry
Rot in your imagination while conjuring playlist ghosts
Mystical union
Before the holy altar
Making sacred vows