The Way Things Used to Be

March 9, 2015 at 1:20 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

I used to play this game –

I was always the youngest sibling

Out of 7, 10, or 25,

And yet I was the strongest.

The one who took the most punishment,

But came out on top.

I used to do this thing –

I collected pennies.

I counted them obsessively,

Making little stacks of five,

Circling them around me.

There were over 10,000 in the end.

I used to say this prayer –

I prayed for family, friends, and enemies.

For the poor, hungry, and sick.

I prayed for guidance and health and wisdom

I said it every night for six years.

And it never changed.

I used to think this way –

If I thought the right things,

If I did everything the same

And believed that things would turn out

I would get everything I wanted.

It used to work.

Not so much these days.

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Rivkah

February 12, 2011 at 4:33 pm (Words for the Great and Small) (, , , , , , )

This is my favorite poem that I’ve written for this project.  It’s Rivkah’s slightly romanticized view of herself.

Dear little girl in the high, high hills,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the porcupine quills,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl in the deep, deep sea,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the seaweed tea,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl in the tall, tall trees,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the larch tree leaves,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl in the big, big town,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar for the toothsome hound,

Whither I will go I do not know.”

 

Dear little girl by her lone, lone self,

Whither did you come from? Whither will you go?

“I came from afar from the tall elf Queen,

She named me Rivkah and will not let me go.”

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Mother Eternal

February 10, 2011 at 12:27 pm (Words for the Great and Small) (, , , , , , , )

This is another poem from this set that I rather enjoy. It was fun to write because I got to tie in some of my favorite tree lore with Rivkah’s (my DnD character) feelings and desires.

Find comfort in the beech trees arms

She loves you, little one

Climb high upon her noble brow

She beckons you, little one

Be crowned with leaves of joy and grace

They’re just for you, little one

Rest in her shade and safety

She will protect you, little one

Though you grow older she stays the same

She will watch you, little one

Never fear her, always love her

Heed my words, little one

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A Chasing

February 8, 2011 at 8:41 pm (Words for the Great and Small) (, , , , , , )

Before introducing this new poem I would like to explain the project that it goes along with. I am writing a series of children-ish type poems for a DnD campaign I am playing. Yes, I know that is beyond uber-nerdy, but my character needed them so I was inclined to write them. Bear with me since these are almost all first drafts and not incredibly well edited.

Green grass for summer and red leaves for fall

White snow in winter and blue water in spring

Come catch me children, come find me one and all

I am present wherever the wind makes earth sing

The days grow long and the sun is above

Then shorter they’ll be and the moon will shine bright

Chase me my darling, oh follow me love

Where the seas toss and turn I am there in my might

Kind breezes for play times and cold chills for sick

Warm air fine for romping and iced air fun for hiding

Come follow me and play with me, come now be quick

I’ll never be far when the seasons are colliding

Run now with me in the air warm and free

I am there with thee wherever the wind may be

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