A short original poem about waiting for something more.
Frosted powder glistens in May
A forever winter drags on,
Icy sheets blanket verdant fields,
While the bud waits for her sun.
Years have come and gone,
Fellow buds succumb by chill,
Still her roots remain
To dream of neverblooms.
Perhaps she’ll feel its warmth
One especially winter day,
Perhaps God will peak through the ice,
And call her forth from muddy earth.
But until that day
The bud tightens her petals,
Tries to imagine forgotten hues
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April marks the beginning of National Poetry Month. Though I don’t consider myself much of a poet, I’ve decided to honor the month by sharing yet another one of my writing assignments. Here’s an original Shakespearean Sonnet written for my World Literature Class last semester. Entitled “Pen and Page”, the poem is inspired by my own bittersweet relationship with writing. How would you characterize your relationship with writing?
“Pen and Page”
The pen moves not over the milky sheet
The page is blank and glistens white as snow,
A novel thought has yet the page to meet
Or marks of ink to dress its naked glow.
The pen has labored long throughout the night
Yet all its works lay crumpled in the waste,
For words that once were sweet do not seem right,
And bitterness now overpow’rs their taste.
Still pen and page recall those days of bliss,
When jot and tittle easily would flow,
But times of simple joys are long remiss
And pen and page their separate ways did go.
For now, both pen and page dream of amends,
For in the morning all will start again.
– by Storm Elvin Thorgerson, from https://blog.mozaico.com/art-artists/. This week my professor gave us the task of writing a quick creative exercept based on this captivating image. With themes of my earlier post in mind, I drafted this short poem in less than a minute with a slightly darker twist. Still, maybe it speaks to you differently than it does to me. What comes to your mind when you look at this picture?
Eye in the sky
Staring down at me
In my mind
What do you see?
A thing unholy
An unclothed thing dressed in a lie.
Can you see my eye
Staring back at you
In your mind?
I will not crouch behind
See my unclothed skin in your eye
See your reflection in my eye
And do not lie
And say you cannot see
The resemblance of you in me.