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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:01 pm
[edit: If anyone's interested, there are more in my journal. It doesn't get updated often, but it does get updated now and then.] Just three poems, in order from most recent to oldest. Vernal Complaint
My dear, where wast thou on this solstice day?
You missed out on all our festivities.
All the joys that were had this Saturn's day
were had by even those with frailties.
Many streamers danced about our May Pole,
good wine was drunk and good food was eaten,
and sweet laughs enjoyed by the townsfolk whole.
Comedy abound; sadness forgotten.
Yet there was a tiny hole - your absence.
That night, I wondered where you wandered to;
in truth, I wondered if you'd lost your sense,
the consequence my all night missing you.
So this morning I've been brought such delight
to ask questions and have such a sweet sight.A rock sang to me
Green as in a faded family dress,
smoothed out by the passage of time.
A spot on one side rises suddenly,
like a face lifting from the waters.
Found on the slope of a starry walk,
it glowed with life in the snow
and was found by a wandering monk
making a trip to Heaven's gates.
It now sits, alone and resting,
on the shrine of said monk,
taking sunlight and reflecting back
the colors beheld in our minds.Please Hear Me, Lord
Take my soul, for it is broken;
the heart that writes to you is crying.
Your prophet is sinking quickly,
and all i can do is watch, weeping.
This world brings misery to all,
but still life flourishes and grows.
If you will not take me away,
i shall wait until the day you come
and hope the light that's shining through
wipes the tears and brings all smiles.
And still i sit here in the dark
and wait to feel you inside and out.
Lord, please do not take far too long;
i sit, broke and blind, and cry for you.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 1:45 pm
No responses. Not surprised. I'd like any kind of feedback at all. If it sucks, say so! If it's not bad, say so! Please?
Oh, I wrote one more:
Gliding Over Rapids?
Beyond the pools of hardened blackness,
past the halls of icy dewdrop blue,
through seas of red bloodiness,
and past glass chimes ringing true
is a sacred place revered by some
which must one day be seen by everyone.
Through carnivals of wild gladness,
sanctuaries for the darkest hearts,
and frozen caves of deep sadness
the journey towards the center starts.
If one wants sky above, grass below,
one needst not look our their window.
More of the journey i can't describe,
for i'm a traveler, like us all.
The wines of life we must all imbibe
with wondrous grace or a hideous fall.
Still, we'll see what life for us intends
in the silence when this lifetime ends.
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