24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
For a variety of reasons, for no good reason, for one very familiar reason, the ever-present-going-on-three-year-reason, I missed the chance to explore tide pools during record low tides (at mid-day, even!). Sea urchins, nudibranchs, starfish, crabs of all sizes, I salute you in abstentia and in memory. An abundance of caution has replaced your former abundance. In my dreams, your lives still teem.
searching for treasure
in a tiny tide pool —
golden anniversary
The air conditioning that cools the air
Climbing into bed with the soft cold satin sheets,
beautiful white and shiny
The colour speaks for itself, the comforting and crisp n’ clean
Rolling off to sleep not waking up due to dreams, Sleep softly away.
Rolling into the new day.
Awake and alert
Getting up from the satin and silky smooth crisp morning breeze
Wondering looking over at the time
Is it right to get ready to start another rhyme.
Getting the coffee ready … Perfect!
Now just a sip.
Feeling the heat roll of my tongue.
Strong enough to wake up the dog.
Better add the cinnamon.
Now my day can start with my next sip another poem will begin.
Time finds a nook for respite,
so precious, these moments of
absolute ease. My soles stomp
against gravel, body steady
as it brushes opposite the
gusts I’ve grown accustomed
to flowing with. Now’s time for
a straight gaze as all I’ve ran
from dashes for my essence.
Some of my earliest, tangible
memories
involve falling asleep
waking up
to the sound of water
waves lapping at the shore of
Horseshoe Lake
My grandparents retired there
when I was seven
my summer bedroom
every year
sixty-feet from scraggly beach
waves gently
slapping sand
lulled me to sleep
more vociferous swells
smacking the steel pontoons of
grandparent’s boat
my morning alarm clock
on which I would not have ever
ever considered
hitting a snooze button
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2022
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My dearest love to be
‘Tis with the heaviest of heart
This morn I write to thee
From so many miles apart
If only you came hither
If only you were near
We ought to shed the notion
That this world is insincere
For nary two or three
Or fifteen thousand shooting stars
Gives riches gold enough
To surrender what is ours
If only you were present
If only you came now
If only you thought not of
What the teachings would allow
My shining sun, my glimmer
My piece that makes me whole
My love to last a lifetime
The match to mate my soul
That you would somehow stumble
On my letter, oh the luck!
That I may finally ask you
Yo… You down to fuck?
Embracing the Storm
In the distance, thunder
rolls low and deep
the warning sound of a lion
Above the hills, lightning
flashes like a caution signal
an emergency vehicle’s garish beams
Let the rain come!
Let the water pour down
Let the storm envelope us
Let the wind carry away the debris
Let the pounding droplets settle the dust
Let the rushing water cleanse the earth
Let everything be refreshed
Let us have a new start
random conversations :
cultural, spiritual, artistic
words stacked
one
on
the
other
sounds bubble over
all play,together, in my mind
making me analyse and think,
making me hit replay.
they sink slowly
into the warmth of steam
dissolve in the void till
solemn silences subdue
difficult thoughts of loneliness
and pain
lost in the lather
of soap and a warm bath
There lay open the slate
clean as a whistle
and straight
ready to drink some
unchained thoughts
and untrained words
why do these nagging dogs
visit during my me time
and must it be during my shower time?
You would have thought it is not the slate
as it comes as it would
ready and dry as a wood
its intensity creates immensity
its press is a mess
the faucet locks in protest
not a drip anymore!
must these thoughts visit during my me time?
and in the bath?
The mind does not mind
does not mind the place or time
all it does is unleash itself
wave of thoughts and thoughts and thoughts
anywhere, everywhere, anyhow, any time
until the faucet angrily opens up
splashes water everywhere for my bath!