What I Strive For (poem)
So, I got Trickster, My Beloved by Elizabeth Vongvisith, here's the listing on Amazon, if you're interested. Loki devotional poetry, basically. And I was feeling all jealous and inadequate because I wished I was that good a poet, and that devoted, and.. well. And then I thought, rather than feeling negative about it, I should use that as a goad. And also, I wrote a poem about that.
What I strive for
[2/9/2014]
Her words, my Muse,
make mine seem
shallow, childish
as a playground rhyme
and her fire, her desire
make mine seem
a flickering candle
a youth's puppy love
and yet
it is not a competition
my envy should spur me
to better things
Master of lies,
weaver of words,
if you will allow me
to learn at your knee
or by your side
teach my tongue
but a fraction of your guile
I will myself stoke the flames
to burn more brightly
in my devotion
And the desire
we shall deepen together
for when you are truly here
your smallest touch
makes molten every nerve
Oh Sky-Treader
you dance through my life
can you fault me
that I want to catch you
and dance a few wild turns
joyous in your arms
What I strive for
[2/9/2014]
Her words, my Muse,
make mine seem
shallow, childish
as a playground rhyme
and her fire, her desire
make mine seem
a flickering candle
a youth's puppy love
and yet
it is not a competition
my envy should spur me
to better things
Master of lies,
weaver of words,
if you will allow me
to learn at your knee
or by your side
teach my tongue
but a fraction of your guile
I will myself stoke the flames
to burn more brightly
in my devotion
And the desire
we shall deepen together
for when you are truly here
your smallest touch
makes molten every nerve
Oh Sky-Treader
you dance through my life
can you fault me
that I want to catch you
and dance a few wild turns
joyous in your arms