24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Gentle eyes and carefree smiles
My Grandma
Toothless sweets and oily treats
My Grandma
Cotton sarees draped lovingly
My Grandma
Swinging and singing lullabies
My Grandma
A sickly smile dimming her eyes
My Grandma
Frail bony fingers clasping my hands
My Grandma
Slipping to sleep and draped in white
My Grandma
A weight in my arms, the first moment I held her I knew.
She was so small, delicate, a fairy’s child with deep blue eyes
that even from the first breath held a world’s knowing.
Rare and precious thing, serene in a chaos of noise and sound,
little angel child whom I carried in my heart for years.
A soul with a mother’s years of whispered wants and ambitions,
sweetened with temperance and time, a father’s love and hope,
twining me close with fingers as delicate as a sigh.
A dream waiting to be born, a hope and a kindred soul
crossing the void of the threshold and calling, calling.
The most stressful job
is being a parent
I long for quiet
for a few moments
for a space to hold
myself
Mama,
Maaaammmmaaaaa
Mama
Maaammmaaaaaaaa
Mama
Maaaaaammmmmaaaa
What’s for dinner?
Help me
I need you
it is tough
All the
time
to answer to someone else
Every moment of every day
I forgot how fun I can be
Mama can you see me?
I forgot what life was like when I only took care of myself
Mama look at my art.
Mama look at this video.
Mama, she hit me
Mama I think you don’t like me
Mama mama Mama Mama Mama
If I could I would resign
Little people running around,
Chasing each other shrieking.
Remember being that little,
Remember the world revolving around you?
Big hopes in their little minds,
Imaginations vast but small at the same time.
A little universe around each of them,
The planets and moons forming halos.
The world, so different,
From that little height.
Emotions so intense,
Blacks and whites, no greys.
A burning curiosity,
To know, know, and know,
The need for affection,
The need to stay close.
Big ideas in their little minds,
Spectacular memories they might not remember,
Paving the way for the whole of their lives,
As they chase each other, shrieking…
~thryaksha
Little did we know,
our lives would take this turn.
We were told we might never have you.
It was an Abraham and Sarah miracle,
Well in our 50s! We laughed—
at first.
but then your spirit took wings.
and like a beautiful bird;
always just out of reach.
you flew beyond our dreams.
If you could have stayed,
You would have come to know
How much we love you,
just like
your siblings,
Because—
by adoption,
they miraculously grace our lives too.
Text Prompt
Even if you have children, write poems about imaginary ones. They can be your own imaginary children, or the imaginary children of people you love.
Image Prompt
Strength is a word
With echoes of defiance and war
With a history
Heavy
With blood
And the need to prove
A call to defiance and deed
That demands the fortitude
To survive
But
Were that
The only face strength wore
There would nothing
Left to fight for
Strength
Is also
The radical act
Of staying soft
To build
In the uncertain storm
Something worth
Living for
Strength
Is also
In leaving
To find
The green place
Were
You do more
The survive
You
Live
When I kiss your sweet lips
The stars begin to fade
Bright light sparks and clears the dark fades away
Love is my portion
It’s a gift that blazes like a fire 🔥
The love portions of my heart
Goes running in the park
Leaving behind the spectacle of the moon 🌙.
Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)
I go to bars
Alone
Just to be hit on.
I like it when
An older man
Leans into me
And I can ask him
About
Why he’s sad
Today.
I toy
And play
And this is
Why
I respect cats.
A Septet
Great Beyond
Just what is out there?
Beyond the stars and planets.
Past the UFOs and James T. Kirk.
Hidden in the Great Beyond.
No one really knows.
Time will tell.