24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
(for hour 18—from the hour 11 image prompt)
Honeybees
Crafting questions to question my talent
(or lack thereof)
Vibrant colors could cover
inadequacies in technique
and mixing of medium
Buzzing bees bring a smile
reminding me
of dragonflies
checking a child’s coloring chart
way back when I was seven
Maybe my art’s not a complete loss
if I can fool the honeybees
into checking it out
I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible,
For would even stay by your memories but not separable…
Would prefer to be your shadow even in the dark,
Thou not seen, but shall always be ready to embark…
Loneliness to be just as one of a virtue,
Distancing self from all, to devote completely to you…
Not even any worldly worry or thoughts to bother,
So much, even in front of god, just you to be honored…
Loosing even the self’s esteemed place,
To find, if with you can get replaced…
Wouldn’t just mind the self to be blown,
If can anyhow prevent you, of being all alone…
This the one,
Yes, this is the one,
This is the one that’s going to make your eyes get big,
Bottom lip dip low,
The only reaction, you could have is, Whoa!
Read that again, the last line,
…Rewind…
It wasn’t meant to be that way,
It’s just the way the word play,
Apart of my composition,
Scrambling my thoughts to compose an exquisite piece,
Open to interpretation,
Different perspectives,
Yet, it is in a trait everyone carries,
So, I everyone should respond with their opinionated interpretations.
Quo vadis?
Will I have children one day?
Will they make me proud?
Will they be proud of me?
Is it worth giving birth in such times?
Sorry my future potential babies,
but everything is so insecure
and the mental war is so tough that
I end up asking myself stupid questions!
Text Prompt
Use this image and/ or the line it contains “…just be still, and listen” as a jumping off piece. Full credit goes to Shlokla Shankar.
(second) Image prompt
~my skin feels so tingly…
(remembering your touch)
~my fingers in your hair…
(yours wander everywhere)
~fueling our flame…
(when we both still cared)
it makes me glad to know you see me through
the clouds and all the shadows that they cast
but How can I accept the the blessings you bring
if they make this much joy for me and you’re still feeling blue?
When do you get to feel some too?
I wish I could share what comes when I feel your smile
I’d give it back
all of it to you
if only my me with you was as much goodness for you as your you is for me
but I can’t tickle your smile or make your heart sing
bring life to your being nor ask for any more…
Have I pulled life from your flow?
how could I let myself get so high when any part of you feels any kind of low?
let me not dam your way
take from you or fill your space
I’ll stick around but only if you want me to stay
I’ll stay but not if you’d rather I go
It’s a long way to this place and farther without flow
Perhaps it’s time to let me let you be the free I almost let me find with you and wish you found with me
My Mother
My mother
The one who bore me
My mother
The one who loved me
My mother
When I cried she wiped my tears
My mother
When I fell ill she was in pain for me
My mother
In prayers for me she always was
My mother
To see me rise was her joy
There is no fascination.
like that of
observing shadows
even as a child the idea of
light playing
with objects and time
was more than
simple diversion
As a kid spending summers
at grandparent’s
lake home
my east-facing room
beckoned each morning to
make an appearance
I came to see mornings as
welcome respite from
wasteful sleep
marveling at the
birch-tree-kabuki-cum
wakeup call
I knew every nook of
the birch stand
right outside that window
and often woke to
dancing leaves on my
pillow
forever endowing me
with the joy
that can only be found
in knowing that
the sun
and its friends the
shadows
were willing, gracious
playmates
– Mark L. Lucker
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Hour 10 Prompt 10
Epiphany
Epiphany is one of the big three Christian holidays.
It was a big reveal to us. It was then we Christians
first knew, really knew that Jesus was both human
and the Son of God, though some believe him to be
the Sun of God. Christmas and Easter are the other
two major Christian holidays of the big three. Epiphany,
in the church in which I grew up we had a bonfire,
burning those Christmas trees and we all stopped
at Arby’s for French dip sandwiches. Epiphany
and its Revelations.