War
Thunder crashes, lightning flashes,
battle standard of the heavens
Field is doused in rain, clouds
move in, the cavalry, answering
general's call to arms. Sun, the King,
retreats beyond impenetrable walls,
he has no place on the field of battle,
though he will return promptly,
surveying the damage his minions cause.
Wind howls, the bugler of the army,
calling all to their place in the ranks.
Hail rains down, mortars of the sky.
The King returns to his throne,
showing mercy as a rainbow unfurls.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 22 - Eclipse
Eclipse
Infinite power of the sun
trapped for a brief moment,
extinguished
reborn
Goliath tumbled by David
only to rise again,
still powerful
until the next eclipse
Infinite power of the sun
trapped for a brief moment,
extinguished
reborn
Goliath tumbled by David
only to rise again,
still powerful
until the next eclipse
Sunday, April 21, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 21 - The Creek
The Creek
Shallow water gently cascades over stones,
soft trickling permeates the still air,
barely deep enough to know that water
runs, but it flows all the same, never knowing
where the current may go.
Shallow water gently cascades over stones,
soft trickling permeates the still air,
barely deep enough to know that water
runs, but it flows all the same, never knowing
where the current may go.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 20 - Introspection
Introspection
Walking along the trail, only sound
babbling of a tiny creek beside me,
wondering where I am headed.
Selfish desires, knowing how unlikely,
disappointment and guilt abound.
Why can't I be selfish? Why not wish,
even when all logic says hope is lost?
Why feel guilty for wanting something,
even if nobody else wants it, even if
getting what I want could be a disaster?
We want the things we want, selfish,
selfless, it makes no difference.
So long as I don't manipulate my way,
what's the harm?
Walking along the trail, only sound
babbling of a tiny creek beside me,
wondering where I am headed.
Selfish desires, knowing how unlikely,
disappointment and guilt abound.
Why can't I be selfish? Why not wish,
even when all logic says hope is lost?
Why feel guilty for wanting something,
even if nobody else wants it, even if
getting what I want could be a disaster?
We want the things we want, selfish,
selfless, it makes no difference.
So long as I don't manipulate my way,
what's the harm?
Friday, April 19, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 19 - Motives
Motives
I say I want for you to decide,
choose what will make you happy,
never allow others to sway you
but deep down I know, understand,
selfishness abounds in my mind.
I want you to be happy, what's best,
I want what's best to be what I want,
though I know that's not how it works.
I could say my way would be more fun,
less stress, I wouldn't be lying, sounding
noble, though my intent neither selfless
nor selfish, at least not entirely, lying
somewhere in between, going nowhere.
I say I want for you to decide,
choose what will make you happy,
never allow others to sway you
but deep down I know, understand,
selfishness abounds in my mind.
I want you to be happy, what's best,
I want what's best to be what I want,
though I know that's not how it works.
I could say my way would be more fun,
less stress, I wouldn't be lying, sounding
noble, though my intent neither selfless
nor selfish, at least not entirely, lying
somewhere in between, going nowhere.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 18 - Digital Divide
Digital Divide
Thousands of miles, time and distance
separate us, but online, we can appear
right next to each other, in an instant.
Talk, and laugh, enjoy our time together
as if we weren't five states apart.
Closer would be better, I know,
but across the digital divide, we almost,
almost, could be living together.
Thousands of miles, time and distance
separate us, but online, we can appear
right next to each other, in an instant.
Talk, and laugh, enjoy our time together
as if we weren't five states apart.
Closer would be better, I know,
but across the digital divide, we almost,
almost, could be living together.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
NaPoWriMo Day 17 - Pillowtop Reflections
Pillowtop Reflections
Laying down to sleep, mind too active,
wondering, pondering, thinking over
things that may or may not come to be.
Why do I worry so? Why does my mind
travel through dark paths of uncertainty.
Darkness reflects my mind's bleak visage,
projecting fears against the still night air,
each worry a star in the planetarium of my soul,
dazzling, fighting so hard against the darkness.
I fall asleep, but I get no rest.
Laying down to sleep, mind too active,
wondering, pondering, thinking over
things that may or may not come to be.
Why do I worry so? Why does my mind
travel through dark paths of uncertainty.
Darkness reflects my mind's bleak visage,
projecting fears against the still night air,
each worry a star in the planetarium of my soul,
dazzling, fighting so hard against the darkness.
I fall asleep, but I get no rest.
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