24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 21: A Tribute to John Keats “A Humble Man”

 

I watched her dance
and I felt the lure of her arms
viewing deeps breathes
that seemed to make her eyes asweat

the night seemed long
the latest of hours it was
and I ask, is there something I must do
my impatient sighs strangling me

I heard whispers, soft yet thundering
a storm of humiliation
my anxiety and fears my warbrobe
colourless and pale

Why such looks of mockery
what have I done I ask
I am only a humble man
yearning for the chance at love

Her gentle motion like a wave
taking her across the room
her delicate hands pointing to the moors
will she sing a song of wolves?

I see a chance at rebuttal
my flimsy friends to be denied
running towards the moon
casting its glow on her flaming hair

she rollicks over the thistled hills
I in relentless yet blissful chase
my hightops stripped og their soles
and I stripped of my doubt

I will forever run and follow
waiting for her to turn around
but, no matter
my love has limitless space

 

Crowd

Faces blur together

not a single individual  seen

moving as one like a school of fish

slow, fast

young, old

shapes, sizes

HR-9

Running to a place I’ve never seen

Longing to be there but don’t know why

Trying to get there as fast as I can

But here I am wasting my time running

Code Talkers III

Code Talkers III

 

Collection

Of carefully chosen words to

Deceive the

Enemy and a secret code

 

That saved the

Army and other militia.

Luck was on our side, the code

Kept our

Enemies guessing this

Radicle

Set of indigenous words.

23~11

the pillowcase

tiny safety pins

old magazines

my mother screaming

running through the house

in agony

trying to hold

her floppy twisted arm

a gift from my father

pillowcase from my pillow

third grade me

was dreaming on

now pins to it’s twin

lined with glossy stiff paper

encircling her pain

my little fingers fasten

sharp pins of safety

still a bit groggy

until I see dad

who scares me

wide awake 

who scares hurt her

both of us

saying nothing

again in the 

emergency room

Universally Acknowledged

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple locked in the hold of a ship
For forty days, off the coast of Venice,
Are in need of a good book.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That this book should feature
Stakes no more severe than
Very rich young people
Very slightly crossed in love.
It is a choice… politely accepted
That this book be read back to back
Five times.

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple locked in the hold of a ship
For eighty days, off the same coast,
Are in need of the same book.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That they will cast
Their own *NEW* *HOLLYWOOD* *ADAPTION*
(Names in lights)
(Set in rural Somerset)
It is a choice politely accepted
That they also cast the Radio 4
Comedy version.

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple now released from their ship
But cast away from gentle streets of gondaliers
Are in need of some stability.
And so it is a probability, widely accepted,
That the next adaption should feature
A fully genderbent cast.
Apart from Mel and Sue
As the Gardiners. Obviously.
It is a choice politely accepted
That Mister Hurst be correctly identified
As a cat.

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That this young couple, having made dry ground,
Have now been living in close quarters for quite some time,
And have gotten in their heads a little bit.
It is a probability, widely… accepted,
That actually, no one knows this book
As well as them, that
The average man is wrong
About Elizabeth and Darcy.
It is a fact, agreed to mainly in self-defense,
That he is also wrong
About Mr Collins.

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That this is tradition now. What would they do
To get to sleep? What? Read a different book?
Hm. Hmmm… No.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That, hey, this book is full of people
Completely silent, wholly uncredited
Where are all the servants?
What are all their names?
It is a choice politely accepted
To stay up researching regency household staff
For six hours.

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple on their fifth circuit
Have developed something of an obsession
Realistically.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That THIS read-through comes with a LIST of names
And character bios. Of forty-eight servants.
And a tenant farmer.
Also very slightly crossed in love.
It is a choice politely accepted
To interject their tales throughout into
The body of the text.

It is a truth universally acknowledged
That a young couple, something like settled,
Their days of adventure not quite behind them,
Are still in need of a good book.
It is a probability, widely accepted,
That a sixth read-through should begin.
With stakes no more severe than
Very rich young people
Very slightly crossed in love.
It is a choice, unusual but cherished
That this book be read bit by bit,
Back-to-back.
Every night.
Every night.
Every night.

 

The repeating refrain at the start of every stanza is taken from the first line of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

…Which at this point, I know quite well.

Hour 21

Running scared

running low

running into

running next to

running two for one

running away

running over

running under

running a meeting

running against

running out

running on borrowed time

and just plain running

The rules of running #21

Running away from
Is more important than
Where you’re running to
The danger may be behind
But you can’t run faster
While looking back
Just recall every slasher victim
Who fell while they did
A man can beat a horse
From a standing start
Over short distances
I don’t have to be faster
Than a lion
Just faster than you
If you run far enough
You’ll end up where you started
And probably die tired
The race isn’t always to the swift
But that’s the way to bet
And even a determined tortoise
Can beat a lazy hare
If he just keeps running.