Fridays in Verse
So, I realize that I have a ton of mediocre poetry that's never going to see the light of day, print-wise. And I thought...why not share these serious and silly attempts with you all? Good for a laugh, at least, and hey...someone might as well read them. Come back next Friday for something else rhyme-y.
This one comes from my attempt this semester to write a poem every day. I did about five. It was also related to the death of one friend's mother and another's aunt.
Golden fall the leaves, said a man
But did he know that they fall on the bones of two women?
If he had known,
Would he have glorified them in his ancient tongue
While they were skittering across a new grave
And making new another’s shroud?
I’d stuff them in the throats of the mourners
Where the gold can’t glitter.
And just for kicks, here's another Daily Poem. About a rather personal subject and a bit all over the place. I'll leave it at that.
When the tides they arise
In the mist of your eyes
With the freckles that glint like the sea
Well what shall we do then
For just now and again
I’d defy my own head, though it knows that you’re dead
And live only in dreams, whatsoever I see.
But the worst of it all
Is no tomb, shroud or pall,
For you walk in the sun, fading only to me.