24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Born in Milwaukee WI, a great place on the great lakes, I am a Black American Descendant of American Slaves who grew up with a natural fascination in the multiple forms of art and education. Currently working as an assessor, I revisit history to reassess myself and society on a compartmentalized scale for my poetry and fictional writings.
A windowpane etched in desire
From the vineyard the old oak is admired
In the space of urgency, the dew presents
Knitting into time as vines entrap the scene
Push back the witnesses as the pavement retracts
A hardline pull of the busted hard back
Tossed across dust ridden floors
A semblance a daunt kept at bay
The absence is best to ignore.
In all that I see
There is nothing of substance
I am disgusted
If it must be, he wished it to go on.
Isolated from the world
So, he could loudly play his song.
On the one tool that allowed him peace
Amongst the trees and breeze easy leaves
The perfect backdrop of which to perform
One he’d play until the keys were gone
With splintered hands he continued to strike
The keys, shattered before his eyes
So he became one with his love and hummed along
Until….
Silence took on his song.
Lay upon the splintered wood, easily discarded, now unheard
Once a beauty of divine delight, an energy restored to earth
Mastery to seduce the faintest of ears, long ago.
Pity the eyes that look upon unable to let go.
Shambles of fools.
A key memory of degradation embedded within the moss
The universe restores everything in nature.
Including, yes, even us.
Tread deeply into my soul, the finale is about to start.
For just a while, linger close, to dance amongst the stars.
Empty graves, lies the destination set for you and me
Disregard your worries to focus here. On what we can make be.
Presently, embrace the wind, the chill, the breeze
360 turns of sweltering heat
Lean into me, I promise you, I’ll upkeep your memory
But dear I fear, it’s too early to turnback or be afraid
Instead take my hand, through the seasons.
A path already laid.
Rocky at times but that’s the risk to enjoy this unpredictable journey.
Hop through dimensions, one by one, take over and repeat.
I love to see you smile, as we discover what was once unknown.
Feather your comfort marginally, the higher that we go.
In your distraction I can tell your now ready for the peak
Flashes of color shine through your eyes, the sounds of glee I covet as you speak.
But “See you again.” I’ll never say.
It’s the end, we’ve finally reached.
“But I have promises to keep”
A phase that is so mundane
As soon as the words left my lips
I forgot your name
In nature, the truth can be sought
The illusion of grander days
If I turned back to you
I would lose my place
So instead, I’ll whisper sweet dreams
The ones you need to hear
The edge, you gave it to me
Like my promises…I’ll hold you dear.