These poems lack what I'll gain eventually in experience, but I thought you might like to read some of them.
Breaking Mornings
(Inspiration: waking up for classes after late night study sessions! ICH!)
The head of the morning breaks past the cracks in the blinds
And the fist of the hour grabs tightly hold of my mind
Cruelly holding it captive by his ruthless shards of light.
Jealous darkness calls me back to all-enveloping dreams
To be held limp in sleep's sweet embrace
Deeply enfolded in the deepening hum of slumber
But the stony pillars of reality drown my carefree dreams
And the prick of ticking logic carefully convinces my mind
To drag my leaden limbs, rip off the covers,
and get out of bed.
The Golden Moment
(A personal favorite. There are beautiful sunsets up here in dusty Idaho.)
A golden globe teeters on the brink
And floods the world with light
Shedding gilded veils to caress the earth
And lures her silence towards night.
It is then the door to wishes appears,
And those who spread their wings
To follow the splendid molten path
Woven of birdsong and dreams
Fly to find their fairy-worlds.
Drawn still by glorious light,
Seeking a spell of silent strength
And to gaze with new-found sight.
Robed in golden light and starry crown,
Lead by silver threads, but blocked
From divine silken-rainbow skies by
Somber guardians of purple rock.
Fallen to the earth, the Midas touch gone,
All gold passes into blue shadows long.
Worn Apollo flashes frayed white flags,
Is swallowed, stills, and dies.
Stars
(I wrote this one in about 1 hour, by candle light, curled up in a ridiculous manner between a dresser and a bookshelf under the window where I could see the stars above.)
The stars send forth their diamond gleam
Upon a world so perfectly still,
Care washed clean in silver light.
The smile of the moon hangs crooked,
Framed in the window of darkened room,
Hope floating on a faultless horizon.
I gaze patiently into the jeweled sky,
The starry gaze boldly mirrored below
By citylight on sunken valley floor.
One by one, those lights are overcome
‘till all that remains are perfect stillness,
The diamond eyes, and mine.
Breaking Mornings
(Inspiration: waking up for classes after late night study sessions! ICH!)
The head of the morning breaks past the cracks in the blinds
And the fist of the hour grabs tightly hold of my mind
Cruelly holding it captive by his ruthless shards of light.
Jealous darkness calls me back to all-enveloping dreams
To be held limp in sleep's sweet embrace
Deeply enfolded in the deepening hum of slumber
But the stony pillars of reality drown my carefree dreams
And the prick of ticking logic carefully convinces my mind
To drag my leaden limbs, rip off the covers,
and get out of bed.
The Golden Moment
(A personal favorite. There are beautiful sunsets up here in dusty Idaho.)
A golden globe teeters on the brink
And floods the world with light
Shedding gilded veils to caress the earth
And lures her silence towards night.
It is then the door to wishes appears,
And those who spread their wings
To follow the splendid molten path
Woven of birdsong and dreams
Fly to find their fairy-worlds.
Drawn still by glorious light,
Seeking a spell of silent strength
And to gaze with new-found sight.
Robed in golden light and starry crown,
Lead by silver threads, but blocked
From divine silken-rainbow skies by
Somber guardians of purple rock.
Fallen to the earth, the Midas touch gone,
All gold passes into blue shadows long.
Worn Apollo flashes frayed white flags,
Is swallowed, stills, and dies.
Stars
(I wrote this one in about 1 hour, by candle light, curled up in a ridiculous manner between a dresser and a bookshelf under the window where I could see the stars above.)
The stars send forth their diamond gleam
Upon a world so perfectly still,
Care washed clean in silver light.
The smile of the moon hangs crooked,
Framed in the window of darkened room,
Hope floating on a faultless horizon.
I gaze patiently into the jeweled sky,
The starry gaze boldly mirrored below
By citylight on sunken valley floor.
One by one, those lights are overcome
‘till all that remains are perfect stillness,
The diamond eyes, and mine.
1 comment:
Very interesting poetry, Sis. Lots of story painting in your phrasing. I like it... tried reading it to Beth, but it was too close to nap time for it to captivate her for very long! Can't wait to see you this weekend! Love ya.
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