Untitled Love Poem
I was talking to Blackwell about poetry and remembered/dug up this little love poem I wrote a while back. Sort of an experiment and throwback to one of my favorite styles...verbose, semi-Emily-Dickinson-esque, and with pleasing rhymes and modest alliteration where possible. I'm actually a little proud of it so I thought it deserved to be posted!
Untitled
by Shara
A swear unto the barren air
I make aloud, whereby
No matter the many miles or months
That may between us lie,
Much like the stone in tempest tides
(And placid sea the same)
By virtue of its anchorage
Releases not its claim,
Endures the brine and tumult,
And evinces no throe
So too will I preserve my grasp
Unless you bid me go.
If verity survives my youth,
Fate's arrows, and her slings,
I could perhaps dissuade your flight
Despite your mighty wings.
Untitled
by Shara
A swear unto the barren air
I make aloud, whereby
No matter the many miles or months
That may between us lie,
Much like the stone in tempest tides
(And placid sea the same)
By virtue of its anchorage
Releases not its claim,
Endures the brine and tumult,
And evinces no throe
So too will I preserve my grasp
Unless you bid me go.
If verity survives my youth,
Fate's arrows, and her slings,
I could perhaps dissuade your flight
Despite your mighty wings.