Hello again, all! Simply put? You're in for some more of my poetry! That's right, this is your cue to leave if you're not interested in that kind of thing. If you are, however, part of that brave minority who is willing to put up with my lyrical waxings, then press on! Poetic stylings await. Please enjoy.
(PS--That wasn't a polite suggestion. I'm begging you to enjoy these.)
"A Jay Took Wing Upon a Breeze"
A jay took wing upon a breeze
And slipped on through the airy light.
It seemed like such a flighty tease,
A fey-borne blur of azure-white.
To dance among the nimbus high,
It tempts as such an offer might,
To never suffer weakened wing,
To ne'er succumb to lacquer night.
“Rain”
It’s here long before it comes
Tumbling through the clouds.
A tint in the air and a
Ferrous tang roils by.
Cumulonimbi darken
While dogs’ ears flatten.
The grey in old Hunter’s coat
Matches marbled sky.
A crack and a rumble turns
A hillside to mud.
Crumble to black rivulets
That flood the streets from high.
"For Orlando"
The ache beneath my sternum grows,
And I can scarcely stand the speed.
A raw and gaping flesh-rimmed rose
Is carved for sake of dire need.
No god who calls for blood is God,
And yet those who make others bleed
To bring themselves renown and laud
Perpetuate with every breath
The most destructive, grim facade —
That joy could come from wrongful death.
"Write"
The call to pen a rhyming set of lines
Should not produce immediate fear at heart.
There have been far too many brilliant minds
To let you balk at taking words apart.
As iron melts and as the fire refines,
Ignite — and let your inspiration start.
Destroy, rebuild, and raze or rise again —
What words remain will be yours in the end.
"Strep"
Why does the smallest sickness hurt the most?
Pneumonia’s awful, influenza too —
But strep and fever greater torments boast.
You’re fine, except your throat feels torn in two.
And when the symptoms leave you feeling blue
From lasting till you can’t remember how
A simple, painless swallow felt to you,
A coma might seem more appealing now
Than forcing down another bite. *gulp* “Ow!”
"Discover What it Takes to Be a Man"
Discover what it takes to be a man.
Commit those plain iotas to your heart,
And well before your life exhausts its span.
The wise man did not stroll to work, but ran —
“Ten minutes early is on time,” to start.
Discover what it takes to be a man.
Determine in your life what you should ban
And what you should partake of every part,
And well before your life exhausts its span.
If a realist can dream with a dreamer’s plan,
The balanced two can make their work an art.
Discover what it takes to be a man.
Those wiser and kinder should form your clan —
You will grow stronger from what they impart,
And well before your life exhausts its span.
So always seek to learn all that you can —
You’ll only ever be considered smart.
Discover what it takes to be a man,
And well before your life exhausts its span.
"Traces of Love"
The patterns that my fingers trace
Form words that only we can know.
Along your gently blushing face
Are patterns that my fingers trace.
The winter's glow is put to shame--
Your eyes gleam brighter than the snow.
The patterns that my fingers trace
Form words that only we can know.
