Poetry Tag

[MerryK]

Haven't written poetry in years, but I'll try.

A Child Looking Up

The sky above is deep and soft
Like looking at the roof of a blanket tent
A tent where everyone is allowed
Soft fleecy black, sometimes
Othertimes silky and shiny
Always there, cozy and protecting
And the stars are sprinkled upon it
Like the chunky salt on a pretzel
But a pretzel of deepest black
Salty stars and cozy skies
If only I could touch them

Next topic: touch, or something out of reach

[Eruvanne]

I hope this is what you mean by "out of reach."

What is Impossible

To find the source of howling winds
To find where rain is stored
To find the end of a rainbow
To find what is impossible

To touch the twinkling stars of night
To sit upon a cloud
To ride away into sunsets
To do what is impossible

[Primula]

MerryK, I love the pretzel! Eruvanne, that sounds like something that could almost be a chorus to a song.

To dream the impossible dream... - no, better than that, thankfully.

Next one: Doing what is impossible.

[eowynmaiar]

It seems like it's impossible
To reach the next high'st mark
To haul myself up rocks and stones
From lightness into dark

Day and night I'll toil away
Climbing on like mad
I know I'll eventually succeed
Which stops me feeling sad

Next: "Feeling sad"? Maybe?

[Primula]

Hmm...

Sadness, what a dark and drear
World you sing upon my ear,
I would that you were happy-nuss;
My negatives would turn to plus.

Reverse polarity, my mood!
Gather Life's tangles in a snood,
All wove of pearl and gossa-mer,
So tangles can look good on her.

What light through yonder window breaks?
It is with yeast that bread I bakes,
Sunshine and something up to fluff,
That's all I need and that's enough.




Next one: All I need, or something being enough.

[eowynmaiar]

You are my soul, my deepest need
And everything about you'll glow
For you are always there for me
That's something I will always know

You're just enough, not too much
You're never not enough for me
I hope to see you every day
I hope we'll live in harmony

Apologies for the pain my poetry skills may cause.

[Primula]

I think they're just fine!

Next one: Harmony - anyone else care to pick it up before I do?

[Primula]

I take that for a "no"...

Hm - let's see here -

God spoke a word, he brought a song:
A world was made and life grew strong.
Time wove its weave throughout each day,
His melody to lead the way.

Children were born, each with a voice,
Each with a light or darkness choice,
Each one a harmony brought forth,
And by freewill they chose its worth.

We each are given our own song,
But choose we must to sing along -
Discord or harmony? Our fate
Is in our hands, and so He waits.

--

Next one: Our hands or waiting.

[MerryK]

Our Hands

Our hands
Born with baby softness
Stretching out for our mother’s face

Our hands
Growing in size and strength
Now grasping firmly our juice cup

Our hands
Tools we take for granted
As we draw a squirrel for mother

Our hands
Small calluses, here, there
From the household tasks we have done

Our hands
Rougher now than ever
But working to forge a life road

Our hands
Many years pass them by
But we rarely slow and see them

Our hands
Shaking with frailty now
A reminder of life gone by

Our hands
Every callus to tell
A life full of work and joy

Our hands
Wrinkled, pale, and splotchy
But grasped with love by children’s hands

Our hands
Protected, neglected
Now as unsteady as at birth

Our hands
Have followed the distance
And will retire their working soon

Our hands
Our life’s companions, tools
Have helped us make our destiny

Next tag - making our destiny

[Primula]

--

Making our destiny,
Far beyond our named stars,
Apart from patterns of light or shade,
The one who made the moon to change,
Who set in sun the firstborn flame,
He watches as we choose our way.

Making our destiny,
To each is given a true-love thirst,
A desire to serve, a compassionate heart.
To each is given the freedom to seek,
A loving of justice or loving of self;
He watches as we choose our way.

--

Next one: Choosing a way

[Lothithil]

Right or left? Myself to ask
To find the end of the road my task
Wandering endlessly down twisted paths
Without compass, map, or written graphs

Up or down? The roads are winding
My choices are never binding
Some ways go to lands uncharted
While others lead back where I started

In or out! Exploring, be sure to look within
Lest your journey end in chagrin
It'd be a shame to search and find your space
Without remembering why you started looking in the first place!

Next one: remembering or looking

[Primula]

Always remember, my mother did say,
Always remember the scent of salt-spray,
The scent of the seaweed drawn up on the shore,
Remembrance of fishes that now are no more...

Always remember, she 'monished me stern,
Never to waves should your back ever turn,
Don't pick up the urchins, leave young crabs alone,
And fires with driftwood are best ringed in stone.

I will remember, I surely replied,
But forgot in that listing the 'keep down your eyes';
The seabirds rose up in a grey-clouded mass,
And into my wondering eyes did a pass.

Eeeyuck! I did cry as I pawed at that mess,
I heard my mum laughing, though she'd not confess -
The sea-strand was golden, but speckled with dots,
And bird-poo and sea-waves have since mingled thoughts.



Heh....

Next one: Bird-poo, sea-waves or mingling

[Silivren Ithildin]

They call to me over and over,
the sea-waves rolling in.
They soothe me in ways untold
when my life gets too much.

An indescribable color to look at,
a salty aroma to inhale in peace.
Upon a shore of sable sand
they rush to meet me.

To stand in their midst
being washed in and out
lulls my soul to silence
with the sound of the sea-waves.


Next: sound of silence or peace

[Primula]

A quiet nonsensical poem for the New Year

Be vewwy quiet, be vewwy still,
I'm tip-toein' over vale and hill,
Be vewwy shushing, don't say a word,
No sound allowed, no sound is heard.

The gwass beneath my feet is thick,
It stops my footfalls, does the twick,
It's almost midnight, nevaw feaw,
I'll bag my vewwy first wabbit this yeaw!

Shhh.

Shhh.

Wabbit I'm hunting, wabbit I choose,
I'll soon have a wabbit and he'll be bwand new!


Next one: New, or rabbits

[Dandyb]

*giggles amused* Taking you up on the rabbits.

Pawing through the snow
The thrill of the packs
Feasting on rabbits
With pups hidden by cracks.

Sniffing through the brush
The pack voices so matter-of-facts
Stalking small mice
Caught off guard in it's tracks.

Stalking the riverbanks
Setting off geese honks and duck quacks
The coyote so lanky
I cringe as he once again
discovers my dern trash sacks.


Lets see what you can do with
Discover or Trash Sacks