08-16-2012, 12:05 PM
I have been on a bit of a break from writing poetry and have been busy with some professional articles and long fiction. I am not quite sure where my level of skill would fit in here, so I thought the Miscellaneous Thread was a good place to start.
This is something I whipped up today
Do You Ever Think Of Me?
On spring mornings when the dew is soft upon the newborn grass,
when possible feels as if it really may be
and dancing irises nod their pretty heads flirtatiously.
On summer days when sunlight promises a loving touch,
when a burst of brilliance erupts up and over into this dimension
and a lifeless shadow shrugs indifference.
On autumn evenings when windswept leaves snap sharply,
when the untamed cyclone beats a rhythm of ambiguous words
and spirals high against the inadequate name of blue.
On winter nights when an icy bed of loneliness collects the silent tears,
when vicious blades of sorrow slice deep into the trench of despair
and the memory of a kiss sings a regretful lullaby.
This is something I whipped up today
Do You Ever Think Of Me?
On spring mornings when the dew is soft upon the newborn grass,
when possible feels as if it really may be
and dancing irises nod their pretty heads flirtatiously.
On summer days when sunlight promises a loving touch,
when a burst of brilliance erupts up and over into this dimension
and a lifeless shadow shrugs indifference.
On autumn evenings when windswept leaves snap sharply,
when the untamed cyclone beats a rhythm of ambiguous words
and spirals high against the inadequate name of blue.
On winter nights when an icy bed of loneliness collects the silent tears,
when vicious blades of sorrow slice deep into the trench of despair
and the memory of a kiss sings a regretful lullaby.