24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It was only his dream
A bed that floated
Amidst nature
And all the beauty it had to offer
A stream of water below
Clear blue sky above
Trees to the left
Shrubs to the right
A yellow flower bed
And the sky hidden by trees
His dog by his side
This was all he needed in life
Alas he had to wake up,
In the place he called home
In the centre of the city
Far from nature, far from his dream
When dark skies signal
a gathering storm,
I reach for you
while I try to stay warm.
Like an open umbrella
protecting me
the shelter you give
brings me safety and peace.
Fairest of them all
Before her to whom many nobles fell
Mountain peaks cleaving to her chest
Supple lips many a thirst are quenched
Adventures becoming pleasures less explained than experienced, still their stories they long to tell
Fairest of them all
Indeed many nobles still will fall.
20 Stuff
Time will bring aches and pains
With gout and wiggly bones
Perhaps hair will thin and fade
Fond memories of moments gone
But to know me all one must do
Is travel through this house
Visit each room that belongs
Sanctuary to a hoarding mouse
It seems my peers and I are sharing
This journey going through our space
Just in case there may be an item
A treasure hidden from our face
Hoping for that valuable find
More money to see us through
More likely we wonder out loud
So much stuff! What shall I do?
blue and red pancake
round and round and round she goes
leave her alone please
In my curiosity,
I steal glances
of you, always askance
I skirt you,
reading the summary
in the size of your steps,
the gaiety in your gait,
how often you mop
your brow
One observant
almond-shaped eye
grazing your frame
I’m just checking
whether I should ask:
Are you OK?
Hour 12
in fading light
in the sound of turquoise
there is a time of imaginings
an in between feeling
not awake not sleep dreaming
but like dusk with elements
of day and night
where your own thoughts settle
like the last wash of color
over desert mesa
turquoise into rust into spangled night
I’m just pissing in the wind over here
“Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm..”
– Bob Dylan
I have never had much use
for umbrellas
keeping rain at bay
as antithetical
to a poet as
sunscreen to a snowman
I need no portable canopy
except for thoughts
let it rain, pour
in my words you’ll find
shelter
from your storm
– Mark L. Lucker
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