Hi everyone! Yesterday it was raining really hard, and the last day of my not-vacation. I was really sick of doing homework and was inspired (for the first time in months) by the rain, so I opened my blinds and started writing about what happened outside.
The first three are based on what I observed, the other two are just things that hit me. These poems are the first works I've written for pleasure in months. They may not be great, but at least it was nice writing them! ^_^
Enjoy, review, critique, but please don't steal!
Rain
Raindrops fall
Like baby footsteps
On the darkening concrete
Pouring their memories
Cleopatra’s lips
Caesar’s toast
Hamilton’s draught
Onto artificial glory
Palm Fronds
They bend in dramatic sweeps
Gesturing to the sculpted landscape
Striving to swing free
Despite delicate stalks which bind them
Like so many faces in a crowd
Directions
A car wanders, aimless
Through rain-stricken suburban streets
Stopping and whirling
Turning and pausing
Seeking an exit
As a young man struggles
To break free from entrapment
Between two paths
Journalism
A soft voice
Permeates the letters
As a quiet, lonely whisper
In a crowded room
Present
But unimportant
Beneath the words it elevates
The voices meant to be heard
And wish as I might
I cannot make those voices
My own
Handwriting
Note: I write in cursive.
Haphazard lines
Crawl over my paper
Like the paths of leaves
In autumn breeze
Unstoppable
Though I do not know
What to say
 PyroAurah · Mon Dec 01, 2008 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
