Lovely work, oh Hobbity one! ^_^ And that gives me an idea for my April pursuits as well, I bet my current screen background would make a nice poem... *ahem*
The Lightning one is beautiful and rather mysterious - touching something bigger - feels good. And the opener with the dragon and the unicorn battling seems like something it would be fun to see more illustrations for. 🙂
This is a super long time after any of these were posted, but all those poems were really good!
@Lily: Thank you! One of the most encouraging things to hear is that I gave somebody an idea. And I never really thought of illustrating the unicorn vs dragon battle one, but I might since you suggested it. 😛
@Mysty: Thanks!!
It's really cool how you can just look at a picture and write a good 6-9 stanza poem about it.
Thanks so much, Silver! 
It's really fun. I'm sure you'd like it if you tried.
Okay, so it's sort of a tradition of mine (not a longstanding tradition, exactly, but a tradition nonetheless) of doing a poem or two during NaNoWriMo. These are two such poems which I wrote this evening to meet my word count goal.
I'm probably going to regret posting them tomorrow (I'm half-asleep right now and am not at the top of my proofreading game so I can't check them for errors), but I thought I'd post them anyway.
THE ARTIST
I wonder to me what the other ones think,
The ones with no thoughts to let run.
I pity them, too, for I am an artist:
Perhaps I’m the only one.
To lose myself in a world of baloney,
A world that doesn’t exist.
To me, though, it’s just as real as the rest,
And I do not try to resist.
The normal dissolves in a blast of my fancy,
The walls dissolve in the air,
And all in a moment appears before me
A world that’s wild and fair.
The sunshine replaces electrical lights,
The grass replaces the floor,
And a golden path leads through a wood
That I often visit before.
The midnight shadows reflect my soul,
The sunlight does the same,
And away in the distance the fireflies blink,
Playing some happy game.
The twisted trunks of the mossy trees
Arched over the tumbled road,
And on the sloping, bumpy banks
The furry weed-grass growed.
The moss-green roots of the goblin trees
Slithered in the dark.
The twisted mists in the distance dissolved
And glowed against the bark.
I know in the wood live the pixies and elves,
And hobbits and dwarves and the like.
They’re mine for the meeting, and talking, befriending,
If I’m feeling up to the hike.
I know at the end of the afternoon wood
There lies a silver shore.
I happily wave my new-found tail:
Even I am a human no more.
A WALK
We’re taking a long walk, you and I,
If you’re up for it,
If you’re up for the walk.
And while we do we can have a long talk,
The whole thing in Elvish,
If you’re up for the talk.
And we’ll see the mountains with their heads in the sky,
When we take the walk, you and I.
We’re taking a long walk, you and me,
In the evening,
In the evening light.
And while we’re at it we may visit a dragon
For the fun of it,
In the dawn of night.
And the twinnish moons in the sky we’ll see,
When we take the walk, you and me.
We’re taking a walk, just us together,
We'll follow each other
To find the way.
I’ll pack a lunch and you pack a staff,
And we’ll leave right now,
At the end of the day.
And we’ll see the world in all kinds of weather,
When we take the walk together.
And there you go again turning pictures into a thousand words. 😉 Nicely done, hobbit!
Thanks, Ariel!
"The moss-green roots of the goblin trees
Slithered in the dark." -Oh, GOOD line.
"I know at the end of the afternoon wood
There lies a silver shore." - touch 'o wonder there.
I'm glad you like it, Lily. I really admire your poetry, so to get a compliment from you...!
It's always cool to see your stuff, Hobbit. 🙂
I don't like sonnets, but I wrote one for a poetry contest. But then I found out that I couldn't enter in the contest due to certain complications, so I figured I'd at least put it on here. 😛
O’er open hills of verdant touch’d with gold
And through wide woods o’erarched with leafy green
Before my eyes there, slow but strong, unfold
The variations I each year have seen.
The harvest comes and goes quite overnight,
The trees begin more patiently to shift;
Then under skies of crystal blue and white
The golden-red and browning-green leaves drift.
The nomad birds, appalled by summer’s fall,
Take wing and leave the autumn world behind.
But I remain, for I adore it all,
And wander, yet more artistry to find.
Yet under all the autumn glory lies
The grass still reminiscing summer skies.
That's beautiful, Hobbit! 😀
The last four lines ring in me.
Aww, I'm glad you guys like it! ^-^
Here are a couple more that I did earlier this month.
Alassiel, on the edge of the bay,
Stood on the ruined pier of stone.
She watched as the last ship sailed away
And left her there alone.
The lonely wind her dark hair caught,
Her dark eyes shone in the lonely sun.
She watched them leave, and then she thought,
“Now I am the only one.”
Dragon wings in the misty air,
The passing sails beneath the arch,
Leaving behind a world once fair,
One seventeenth of March.
Naïvely danced the sparkling waves,
The water white and glassy green
Above the many silent graves
Too deep-sunk to be seen.
The battle fought there in the past,
The herald of the age’s end,
It drove away the rest at last,
A lonely way to wend.
But when they left the ghosts to stray
In cities they would see no more,
They left one of their own to stay
Upon the waning shore.
From midday to the dusky shades,
She watched the sails grow smaller yet:
They left behind in fading glades
The one they would forget.
The land is silent, silent now,
Since they all left and went away.
They sailed off with a gleaming prow
Upon a cool March day.
But one had stayed and watched them go,
And when they passed beyond her sight,
She turned and went with soft steps slow
And vanished in the night.
Now lingering in the dwindling trees
She stays and watches from the gloom,
And thinks on all the things she sees,
And contemplates her doom.
No one else would stop and look,
But hurried on their way.
So I alone explored the nook;
Just I was asked to stay.
The thing it was that caught my eye,
A door within a tree,
So near the ground I stooped to spy,
And eyes looked back at me.
Out from the window o’er the door
Two yellow eyes there peeped.
Then cried a voice, “Please wait once more!”,
And from the door he creeped.
His furry hair was mossy-green,
All grey his garment’s cloth.
But most amazing to be seen
Were two wings like a moth.
His height was less than half my shin.
But, civil as a squire,
He bowed quite low and said, “Come in,
And sit down by the fire!”
I saw at once the door was not
For one as large as me.
He bowed again, said, “I forgot,
But won’t you stay for tea?”
He ran and got the crockery,
And water soon was drawn.
Then once I’d seen his rockery,
We had tea on the lawn.
The first one - the Grey Havens?
