Vines

March 10, 2011 at 8:17 am (Sonnets) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

For love, I gave my heart and lost my head.

One look from him was all that I desired,

But still I ran from him – dry-eyed, I fled.

Fear of the future, of secrets – I risked fire –

Soul burning agony. All for freedom.

But there was no freedom in that dark place –

More pain. More chains. More fear. And now, no him,

No love to save me, and so I must perish.

Perish pining, darkly burning in strife!

Regret consumed me. Overwhelmed my soul.

In wandering thoughts I laid down my life,

I let my wits away, and gave up control.

But my knight arrived and in his hand took mine –

Too late my mind was caught in sorrow’s vine.

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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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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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A Metallic Sea

April 6, 2010 at 11:35 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Wind swept parking lot

Vibrant Mustangs and Hondas

A metallic sea over sand

Of black and yellow

People adrift

People with purpose

Coming and going

In reverse

Or straight forward

Sunlight glares from windshields

Painting the scene in oranges and reds

Purple clouds as the sea goes dark

Pairs of spotlights

Lead the way

Of whom?

To where?

Let the asphalt take you away.

****Forgive me for messing with the colors of the words, I was just trying to have some fun. Really though, I was inspired by a parking lot near sunset. The thought of a parking lot as the harbor where your journey begins struck me as interesting. There is something deeper here though, I know, but do you?

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