Poetry like whaaaat

[chaosjim]

So, Wanny keeps me writing. I feel really bad that we couldn't make her day better, but if it means she closed earlier, I'm sure there is some good in it for her. I hope? Well, I need to learn a lot, and I need to flex my brain. For the calc students in the audience, I need to learn Green's Theorem on my own. Fun. Times.

Poetry:

Statuesque

I am resilient
Through sleet, flood, and wind
I am unflinching
Through fire, thunder, and lightning

I am unhindered
By rivers, walls, or ravines
I am unconcerned
By labels, criticism, and perspective

I am unworn
By erosion, birds, and shifting earth
I am apathetic
To science, empires, and innovation

I am a stranger
To illness, weariness, even time
I would be demolished
if I caused her a single tear.

And now, a poem by someone else that I've always really liked but find myself in the mood to share, bold for emphasis:

Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.