24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Let’s speak the T word all the time
No just to get around sometime
But to enjoy the truth and freedom in life.
Great T is found in the little things of life
Breathtaking scenes of the beauty that it breathe out it’s like the very air that we breathe.
Life’s biggest moments is went the truth revolves around our lives like a bubble that keeps us in-line
Incline our ears to listen 👂 never making yielding temptation to be untrue.
Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)
I am truly exhausted this year.
I want to quit; not one more poem.
Emotions are depleted.
Words are without meaning.
Still I write one last,
nonet entry.
Willpower
propels
me.
WE get to sing “Auld Lang Syne” aloud and greet all of them with a hug
Toast to a sparkling wine and watch the lights from afar
Toast, hug, greet, shout, eat, dance, repeat
New year’s day is such a sweet treat.
Love me tender. Love me strong. You inspire me to smile from day one.
I know that we get along. Your heart is fierce just like mine.
You talk the talk and walk the line. I think you are super fine.
You make my heart go “baa-duumpmt a duumpmt doo”.
You are smart, funny, kind, and true and that’s what I like about you.
Blue flowers are fraught
with the memories and grievings of nought
A bittersweet cacophony
of endings and beginnings,
Simultaneously.
In Friendships,
Funerals
and Weddings,
you’ll see me.
Forever crying;
but never sure
if from
Regret
or
from Glee!
Your cells
Are an unfathomable abundance
A legacy of lives
On branches so far reaching
Their names are lost in history’s haze
Yet, the map has not vanished
It spans the centuries
On the spun silver helix
Twinning and twining
A ladder
The generations have climbed
You are
A collection
Of star stuff and DNA
You belong
To this
This cosmos carried in your marrow
To this
This inheritance tucked in the bow of your lips
To this
This life
The Urgency of Age
Ironic that we slow down
when there’s so much more to do.
Nightmares of running and running,
but never reaching the destination.
Fear of dying before
the camel ride to Uluru.
Signs over New Zealand and Australia say,
“Closed for COVID. Try back next year.”
Worry that those French Chateaux,
older than I, will not wait.
We’ll miss sharing that superb bottle of wine,
cellared for a special occasion.
Years are precious.
Patience wears thin
between holidays and visits with family.
holding a breath after the exhale
is to pause, and hold emptiness
possibility and hope
creating space for new
no need to panic
breathe in God’s love
two now one
inhale
yes