24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
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.
Creation
invites
expression-
connection-
a place of communion,
an exploration of self.
I like having you near me
just doing your own thing.
You are one
of my favorite beings
in all of
creation.
all of my life I imagined you
and you were unattainable
the end of the rainbow
too grandiose to fathom
I wanted your nighttime cityscape skylines
to wear like a sequined belt
I left everything behind to follow you
you called and I listened
arrived too late and found the Hollywood sign unlit
your glitter turned to grit and ground me up
stretched me to my limits
showed me just how much I could take
without breaking
I can’t wait to get rid of you
your pot of gold was a mirage
the vampire city draining
claiming there’s “opportunity here”
mostly these roads seem to dead end
and I’ve outgrown the sirens
I am not depressed
Nor am I starved for attention
Maybe a bit for affection
But it is not the worst
I’m starting to wonder though
Will I never find a partner?
Painting rainbows
Will you receive me
under your umbrella
so that I do not get soaked?
It’s easier and pleasant
to face together this rain!
And maybe we’ll share ideas,
kisses and memories under
your generous umbrella!
Afterwards our heart
will paint rainbows.
Now I am victim by the words man say
there is a price on my head
Now I am wanted
YAH won’t let the evil catch I
I am anointed
covered by his blood
I won’t get weary along the way
I will overcome
Wanted for doing good
Wanted for living clean
Wanted for speaking about YAH
I things will be better