24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When it feels like your own age is
insufficient, where does that leave you in the
grand scheme of things?
Do you try to pander to the adolescents or try &
blend in with the tedium?
There must be a middle ground somewhere;
you just have to make sure it’s stable enough to stand on.
Stardust skies electric night
You know I never even made it back
Not bound by linear time
You know I never even really left
Shattered heart’s shards like stardust
Keep on flowing no matter how they try to stop;
they are irrelevant
insignificant
in the grand scheme of things.
So let it flood & we’ll be behind you
ever step of the way
My dear fairies, will you do
something magical to reveal yourselves?
Will we have the pleasure to get acquainted?
Will you appear to me? In my dreams or for real?
They hid in the sand back in 2016 &, look, I get it.
We didn’t have the best choices but that does not mean
your voice has dissipated. It must be heard lest we spiral into anarchy.
That’s why this time around, you need to come out in full force, get your head
out the beach & let the world know what you want the future to look like.
Decay’s natural
Avoidance our obsession –
Human arrogance
T’is finished
slumber commmands
the son of man takes rest
Square one was always the runt of the litter
but then again we all have to start somewhere.
The longer we traverse, the more we become wont to
it all; every last bump & crack in the long-neglected pavement,
the shrubbery on all sides that generously provides shade on those
sweltering dog days.
It’s all a bit much but there’s no such thing as being too prepared.
In the middle is mostly hinterlands, not much to see apart from a few
tumbleweeds & the siren song of the long-abandoned wolves pawing their
way through the desert. But it’s only a temporary setback on the long road out
of misery. In the blink of an eye, you’ll arrive at the terminus, sprawling as far as the
eye can see. That’s when you’ll realize the road was the answer all along.
There once was a writer from Dayton
Who wrote despite ALL of her cats
She’d like to relax~~
She’s RUN OUT of snacks!!!
Her last poem is now done ’til next year ❤️