Poetry in August.
So, today was the closing of submissions for Fire Pearls, meaning I should know within a few weeks if I got in. Am all jittery, which isn't being helped by the fact I've had a hell of a migraine for the past 3 or 4 days. Worked with it on Tuesday and most of Wednesday, but it's really not getting any better. To make it worse it's et aura, which means I can't see straight. ¬_¬
Anyway, here are the few poems I wrote in the past couple of weeks.
You tell me to sleep
And so I shall, though I will
Miss you nonetheless.
My only hope if pleasant
Dreams of you and you alone.
I have dreamt of you
Not once, or twice, but every
Night of this dull week.
How can I concentrate on
Work with a head full of you?
Now I am without
You I find my steps echo
Louder than before.
In the falling show
Time itself is now frozen
And my heart with it.
It seems to easy
To be tender and distant
Until you are here.
Sometimes I feel my
Love for you will drive me as
Mad as Lady Han.
Our love and passion
Shall be as eternal as
The fabled white cranes.
Lavenders sweet scent
In the summer reminds me
Of my miss-spent youth.
Fallen roses whisper to
Me of my undreamt future.
I find reason crass
In my adoration of
All the question marks.
I trace the borders
Of no mans land, stained red by
Bloodshed and battles.
They say our love is
Unyieldingly passionate.
So, why am I bored?
How can I sleep when
I know you are a few feet
Away? This is cruel!
How I long for your
Sweet words, and not the complaints
I hear all day long.
I asked for knowledge,
As all humans must at some
Point in their short lives.
And, like a God of stone, it
Will forever weigh me down.
Stability is
Something I constantly crave
Though nothing I want.
xx
Fefe
Anyway, here are the few poems I wrote in the past couple of weeks.
You tell me to sleep
And so I shall, though I will
Miss you nonetheless.
My only hope if pleasant
Dreams of you and you alone.
I have dreamt of you
Not once, or twice, but every
Night of this dull week.
How can I concentrate on
Work with a head full of you?
Now I am without
You I find my steps echo
Louder than before.
In the falling show
Time itself is now frozen
And my heart with it.
It seems to easy
To be tender and distant
Until you are here.
Sometimes I feel my
Love for you will drive me as
Mad as Lady Han.
Our love and passion
Shall be as eternal as
The fabled white cranes.
Lavenders sweet scent
In the summer reminds me
Of my miss-spent youth.
Fallen roses whisper to
Me of my undreamt future.
I find reason crass
In my adoration of
All the question marks.
I trace the borders
Of no mans land, stained red by
Bloodshed and battles.
They say our love is
Unyieldingly passionate.
So, why am I bored?
How can I sleep when
I know you are a few feet
Away? This is cruel!
How I long for your
Sweet words, and not the complaints
I hear all day long.
I asked for knowledge,
As all humans must at some
Point in their short lives.
And, like a God of stone, it
Will forever weigh me down.
Stability is
Something I constantly crave
Though nothing I want.
xx
Fefe