Jun 02, 2008 19:40
I've been trying to keep a journal (book) of poetry and short stories and am somewhat disappointed that I only have two poems in two months. Now I know the writing process may take up to an insanely huge amount of time but I feel saddened by the lack of stories. So to make myself feel a little better I am posting what I have written here.
Waiting
sitting on the
leaf
the dragonfly waits
patiently.
the night is
cool
with hardly a
light.
he looks as
if
he will soon
fly,
with his wings
open.
yet he stays,
waits
motionless for the
day.
Promise, Promise
He kept his promise. She never doubted he
would.
She remembers the night they met, the night
romance began.
All it took was a glance: a lifetime's love in
one look.
But a lifetime they would never have.
At first, it was like a dream, everything
happening at once.
She floated through on waves of passion and
he the same.
Yet he never gave all of himself, keeping a
secret:
One that would test their bounds.
He told her on a stormy night, then ran into
the rain.
She followed, and when he was sure of her love,
he made his promise.
“I will always love you,” he said, “no matter what
tomorrow brings.”
Tomorrow came too soon.
She watched as they lowered him into the
ground,
Remembering the way he looked, in spite of his
last tiring months.
For though his sickness had taken him from her,
she will forever claim
That he kept his promise, always would.