24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Being breathless now
no responsibilities
I rarely feel her.
A Raggedy Anne doll jumped
into view recently in
a gift shop in the
SFO airport, let me
know she was close by.
She felt light and lovingly
curious. She felt whole. Free.
Tell me, Mom, where do
you go now with no constraints,
nothing holding you?
Is it everything you’d hoped?
What are you doing out there…?
Jana-Alisha O’Dell
It’s always been you.
The quiet evening beckons birds home
As the sun begins to set,
a cool wind overtakes.
Night is ready to set in,
Tuck in,
Tonight’s sunset is quite the show.
Light dances on the horizon
Sweeping hues of a color palette of fire ablaze.
Such glory to witness,
what a marvel.
I will sit and watch you in the distance
I have a box office seat to the endless skies.
I witness the day closing on,
Sitting on my favorite chair,
on my porch, nestling a hot cup of cocoa,
I tend to get lost in your beauty.
Am I your favorite?
Do I cross your mind?
Am I the reason behind that smile?
Am I the only one?
Will you dig beneath the mound?
Will you dare to enter down?
Will you dance upon our soil?
Pour a little of our oil?
Will you eat the golden fruit?
Will you pluck it from its root?
Will you join us in our game?
Will you tell us now your name?
We gathered together
like leaves in bad weather
we huddled in hollowed husks
All that is left now
of what asylum once was
Strong and enduring
Multitasking everyday
Seguing into roles
With almost no delay.
Planner, economist,
Administrator, teacher,
Sometimes nurse,
Sometimes chauffeur.
Housekeeper,decorator,
Par excellence
The family’s first
Line of defence.
Primary care-giver
Entertainer, singer,
Whose soft lullabies
Still linger
In my memory…
Who was she?
Dear Joyce
I’m watching you daily. The noisy cardinal
in your yard. Yeah, that’s me keeping an eye
on you. You’re doing great, don’t stop now.
Love you Curly,
David
The sky was opened
like a zipper pulled.
The heavens were revealed
and a man rode forth
on a great white horse.
Everyone could see
glory all around.
Some fell in awe.
Some fell in fear.
Split second choices were no more.
What was
and what is
were the same.
The sound of moving angels
as well as their songs
filled earth’s air
and then they were gone
with everyone who
chose Him.
At night the firmament is alit with
Moon and stars
Piercing the clouds as if
Each one has an assignment
To shine regardless
Of the depth of darkness
And the moon a crescent, embraces the some stars
As if it’s saying come let me cuddle you and
Protect you from the elements
Who caused the firmament to stand still and frame the landscape?
To the left and to the right with lush greenery
And who told the sun to rise in the east and set in the west?
It’s dark inside my room
empty spaces and empty thoughts
Not a colour in sight
trapped in darkness.
It presses on my frontal lobe
but not enough to erase the pain
joyless,
soulless.
Want to come inside?