24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
after Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
With branches arching across the divide
In the road like spandrels of a cathedral
Their tips touching in a loving embrace.
Who is to know where this one leads?
Down the trodden path I do regard
My luck in finding such peace of mind
In which I can define myself in time.
Collecting objects is easy Their upkeep costs money, space, and Time Collecting friends is a gift To keep them requires consideration, compromise, and Time Collecting regrets is to be avoided Doing so takes planning, thought, and Time Time spent wisely Leads to a life of treasures, loved ones, and accomplishments, Collectively
A bright and cheerful person like me,
You wonder what my worry might be,
Why I sometimes have to back away,
Not always breezy and carefree.
The darkest evening of the year,
Unlike others, is the day I least fear,
The one I wait for and vie for,
Though unbothered, I might appear.
You ask of me worried, why it is so,
So my worries I will now forgo,
And I shall tell you what plagues me,
The battle I am forced to fight solo.
Not just sleep’s prisoners in the nights,
It bleeds into the shine of the sun’s lights.
Always only a second away from a slumber,
My dreams are the place of my biggest frights.
So spare me if I beg for a few more hours,
Of the dark cloak of night’s powers,
A few more hours where it’s peace for me too,
The peace you find in meadows and flowers.
Note: Narcolepsy:
A condition characterized by recurrent episodes of daytime somnolence and lapses in consciousness (microsomnias) that may be associated with automatic behaviours and amnesia.
Credits: “The darkest evening of the year” is taken from the poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost. Another Note: The poem follows an ‘aaba’ rhyme scheme which is also followed in the poem
Inspired by Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
The journey’s long, but love waits there.
The road is wide, then narrows where,
Darkness comes before it’s time
To gather close and offer care.
Young hearts wait, our hugs to feel.
Old bodies push on, the pain is real.
Too young to know the cost of love
They long for precious time to steal.
The path is hard, our faith is deep,
“But we have promises to keep,
And miles to go before we sleep,
And miles to go before we sleep.”
A Covenant with Almighty God,
Promises to keep.
Responsibilities to realize.
Wife to love.
Children to educate.
Parents to honor.
Family ties to build.
Honest sustenance to seek.
Trusts to fulfill.
Humankind to assist.
Humanity to preserve.
Relationships to build.
Integrity to live by.
Life to live.
Promises to keep.
Promises to keep.
(Inspired from a phrase of the poem
” Stopping by woods on a snowy day”
By Robert Frost)
HE WILL NOT SEE ME STOPPING HERE.
He will not see me stopping here
But then why should I care if he does?
My life, my horse, my pace, right?
I wear the shoes, what if they pinch?
What if my horse has caught a burr?
And all I can manage is limp by limp.
If life depends on the liver,
Don’t I have the right to choose my gait?
Does it matter if my speed is off?
By the way, whose speedometer is counting the miles?
Still my life, my horse , my pace, right?
Well, right?
If right,
Then I don’t care who sees me stopping where!
Credit: First line taken from line 3 stanza 1 of Robert Frost’s stopping by woods on a snowy evening.
An easy silence, thick and quiet
No words and stories told
Walking through the forest
Cold and shivers creeping in
The smoky powder filling the sky
The trees bare, combed away by the wind
Chill rushing through without a light
A lonely place to walk alone
The bitter cold numbing the skin
The only kind of bare you can see
World draining in snow
Hearing only the statics
The frozen heart bumping
Working on its own sabotage
A beautiful disaster
Covered in an avalanche of emotions
Between the woods and frozen lake.
(Last line taken from the poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost)
The Time, it is Against Us
The time, it is against us.
How the hour is getting late. Wait!
Easy, Charile… take you time and trust us,
Tempt fate and find your mate,
if you use what you have wisely.
Minutes, like dog-years blindly
erasing each hour off the clock.
“Invest your time wisely.” they say.
Time flies when you are having fun this way.
“Into each life some rain must fall.”
Surely, time is on my side.”
Another hour, another year,
going in circles, have no fear.
Another trip around the pond,
in search of soul mate for a song.
Never mind the one eyed toad,
stay in sight and off the road.
The mighty Mayfly takes to flight,
under the hosta and out of the light,
she appeared to his delight.
Hour Two, 10 am
The Time, it is Against Us
(form Acrostic/ Sonnet variation/series 2 of 24)
Charlie the Mayfly.
v.j.calone
I am free
pain
washes
away
as ears fill–
sound filtered through. water
each joint
unbound,
cursed connective tissues
slacken.
Damona, my healer,
I call to her,
my feet buried in
tide pulsed sand—
cleanse me of my
woe.