24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Shoes, I love shoes
High heels, low heels, boots, flats, track
Any and Every colour in the mix
Just not every style
Going nowhere, I’m in them
Going out, a contrast or a blend
Works for me
There’s never enough
Buy them when I need them
Buy them when I don’t
I collect them
The design, artistry and variety tickles me
Even if I only imagine my feet in them
Heels are my favorites
I’ll be in them till I’m 80
I love shoes!!
Keep the fire burning,
As the cold winds blow.
Shoulder the blades,
That tear at your dreams.
Hope is yours to keep.
Clearly thoughts can come and go
some sometimes stop and stay a while
but others do not make me smile
they make me mad
they just took off
they’re being bad
when I need them
then they’re gone
and the ones that stay
I don’t need that long
clearly thoughts can come and go
I just want to show
who’s boss
and … and …
never mind.
“Stardust is made of cheese
asleep in its own shoes,”
my mind repeats,
hoping for a little of each.
Sleep first. That glorious time
when movies and music play,
and I, the star, am the hero
hoping for a resolution.
Then cheese, and showers,
and shoes, and tea.
Water with lime and mint
as I play examining stardust.
Grendel was a monster
That’s what they say
Claws, fur, teeth
Attacking and killing
And showing no pity
An anachronism
In a quiet community
Something that disturbed
And challenged every person
So why… as I grow older
Do I identify more with the monster?
Sturdy
Sometimes all that’s left
To round things out
When thinking fast or slow
Is the study of the oldest art
A sleep perchance to dream
To dream and wake refreshed
Our body feeling well and strong
Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.
Hour – 18
Under the river of stars
Beneath the harvest moon,
When the silver flowers sparkling
In the garden of nights,
Enjoying the ride of life,
One day comes a typhoon,
Comes and tells you
As a beautiful buddy
the agony is over now
Takes you under the other river
Filled up with bright roses
But you realized
You would never get a moon there
And all your
sorrow reappeared here.
Aditi Dixit
23 Painter’s Tape
Loyal to duct tape
I am now cheating
With the easy to tear
Blue tape of painters
Wide and narrow rolls
Artists have known
Of this wonder over
Time and trial
Houses taped at edges
To protect the walls
And baseboards from
Unintentional daubs
Heavy watercolor paper
Held down before wet
To remain in place as
Beauty begins to appear
I have too many rolls
And this morning I will
Bring MaryAnn her first
I am changing a life
End.
At Last, Charlie Finds A Bride
1- 9am A Life in the Day of the Mayfly,
2- 10am The Time is Against Us.
3- 11am Lives only to Breed,
4- 12pm Alone on the Side of the Pond,
5- 1pm Stuck there for Days Unknown,
6- 2pm The Burrow and the Bore.
7- 3pm Cat, Crate and Garden Gate.
8- 4 pm Hail, Rain and Drought,
9- 5pm Another Failed Attempt.
10- 6pm Raccoon Comes to Call.
11- 7pm Licked by A Toad,
12- 8pm Invincible and Ancient
13- 9pm Everyone Wants to Love.
14- 10pm Fish, Enough for You to Fry
15- 11pm In search of a Meaning
16- 12am Nevermind, the World Goes On
17- 1am Darkness All Around
18- 2am Stillness and Serenity
19- 3am And Now, Begin Again Once More
20- 4am Broken Pump and Motor
21- 5am Rivers Flow to the Ocean
22- 6am I Can Make It, I Know I Can
23- 7am Dawn is a Feeling, a Beautiful Ceiling
24- 8am End. At Last, Charlie Finds A Bride
Hour 24, 8 am
(form/ Acrostic of Acrostics/ Acrostic of Titles/series 24 of 24)
Charlie the Mayfly.
v.j.calone
Collision Course
Sleep in the beginning
of this yearly adventure
flirtatiously flitted
around the periphery
of consciousness,
not quite
stepping into view.
Now, near the end,
sleep collides
with my eyes,
forcing blackout periods
from which I startle
and jump mid word,
a deer fleeing the hunt,
an involuntary response
to bone deep exhaustion
whose only remedy now
is sleep.