Re: A Random Poem...
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 10:24 pm
@ Always: I don't know if there is such a thing as a natural knack for rhymes. My dad had to train me to find rhymes.
Anyhow, I wrote two rather strangeish poems today, and so here's the longer one.
(By the way, I like lightning. It's so wild and it feels, in a way, otherworldly. So the idea behind this poem is this: what if there are other worlds through the lightning bolts that you can make your choice to go to if you see them? And this one was actually not based on a desktop this time.)
The rain was broken, wind was snapped,
And right before the thunder clapped
A white-hot drop of light met earth—
And almost came a new world’s birth.
For, only once before it fades,
A forest filled with golden shades
Of sunlight glowing through a tree:
A glimpse of hope for those who see.
A dappled deer with legs like wire
Looking out through purple fire
Framing, up and down, the sight
We have of happy worlds of light.
But no one met the bolt of life
Descending like a white-hot knife:
A knife, that if it touch their heart,
The boiling sky would tear apart,
The line of gold would widen ’til
They stood upon the very sill.
The choice is given: will they stay?
Or later come a different way?
Once they see the world that waits
Not one would trust to later fates,
For once the dazzling world they find,
They would be loath to leave behind.
The glowing crack shot through the sky,
If not inhabited, will die,
And only in one moment give
The chance another life to live.
But now it’s gone, the world is dead,
That fairest moment swift has sped.
But no one saw the golden leaves,
And no one saw, so no one grieves.
Anyhow, I wrote two rather strangeish poems today, and so here's the longer one.
(By the way, I like lightning. It's so wild and it feels, in a way, otherworldly. So the idea behind this poem is this: what if there are other worlds through the lightning bolts that you can make your choice to go to if you see them? And this one was actually not based on a desktop this time.)
The rain was broken, wind was snapped,
And right before the thunder clapped
A white-hot drop of light met earth—
And almost came a new world’s birth.
For, only once before it fades,
A forest filled with golden shades
Of sunlight glowing through a tree:
A glimpse of hope for those who see.
A dappled deer with legs like wire
Looking out through purple fire
Framing, up and down, the sight
We have of happy worlds of light.
But no one met the bolt of life
Descending like a white-hot knife:
A knife, that if it touch their heart,
The boiling sky would tear apart,
The line of gold would widen ’til
They stood upon the very sill.
The choice is given: will they stay?
Or later come a different way?
Once they see the world that waits
Not one would trust to later fates,
For once the dazzling world they find,
They would be loath to leave behind.
The glowing crack shot through the sky,
If not inhabited, will die,
And only in one moment give
The chance another life to live.
But now it’s gone, the world is dead,
That fairest moment swift has sped.
But no one saw the golden leaves,
And no one saw, so no one grieves.