24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Running round and round in circles meeting all the needs and wants and things she never can succeed
Years of running pass with more needs unmet as time elapsed never can she succeed
Surrender came when she believed that hers were all the needs to heed nevermore would she be running
I live in a world where everything is a maze
The windows are all crooked
And lined up like offbeat stepping stones.
A lone tree guards the front
Tall and spindly, but proud.
My elusive dreams
Stay funky*
Even in the hours of dream
I am staid,
proper, afraid of what
is outside of my zone of solitude.
I wish I was edgy but manage
just a snitch of snark.
Earth to Asgard**
If the gods are crazy what does that make humans that became sheep to follow blindly becoming humans that leap
or maybe not leap into the category of lunacy?
Don’t play with shadows***
Come in it’s dark.
I’m tired I flirt with the night
in my pretend goth stage
but
my body lies
my cicadia rhythm
that’s inside me
leaving before the twilight ends
and the shadows of deep night
overwhelms the space of my safety.
Nocturne****
Soon my night move is a nocturne lullaby
suited just for me
and a soft dip into pages
before slumber
Inspired by
*Photo by Clark van der Beken
**Earth to Azgard Partick Doyle
***Playing with shadows David Franklin
****Nocturne Jiang Xiao Qing
All music instrumental
“Spacey Stanzas”
I’m not of this place
I haul from different times
shifting, dimensional space
where we all use rhymes
in a word race
In a world
all our own
we poets of the night
sharing stories, secrets
community through verse
I’ve always enjoyed
Playing at being something else
Different people
Different things
It’s easier
To steal other qualities
Than it is
To use my own
So naturally
How different is it
Under hot stage lights?
Alice had Wonderland
Dorothy ended up in Oz
Wendy escaped to Neverland
Yet they all decided to come back
Those magically, mysterious, marvelous worlds
Could not contain them
None of these lands could persuade them to abandon this world of reality
I wonder if they would feel the same today
I wonder if when they grew up to become women if they had regrets
Knowing what I know of this world and fantasy
I’d choose the magic, the mystery, the marvel over the mundane
Hour 15
Staying Awake
The reader will have to get flowers
to disconnect from the reviews.
I have been unfinishable.
The crawl into reality is
the sword and shield
of flat earth and the
Martian rocks.
Belief is that everybody
dies again.
To be honest with yours
according to research it is a
supermoon an unforgiven escape
the bad feelings that
the songs of country is
about the seven dwarfs.
I don’t know if you
have any questions.
The night we stuck our heads beyond
The safety of the roof awning
And let the cool drizzle of the surprise
8pm mist create dewdrops in our hair
I felt baptized for the second time
here in February
Gone was the fear of getting sick
And worrying about the tomorrows
I embraced the dazzling kisses one
After the other. Accepting each beautiful one
Reminding me of childhood,
Soaking myself to the bone,
leaping through streams
Of the International Fountain
in Seattle
You encouraged me to follow your lead
And in all my controlling nature
Always the hurricane never
The gift and blessing of sweet
Soft powdery rain
For once I’m not looking over my shoulder
Nor am I looking above
I simply am looking at you