Iron Poet, Round XII.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

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[archangelbeth]

(OMGOMGOMG-Igettosuggestwordseeeeee!)
(*cough* *attempts to find dignity* *suspects dignity is squashed under the cat*)

snow
star(s)
rain

Rhyming of some sort preferred on the off-chance that I actually manage to memorize it, but honestly, whatever you're inspired to do. I'll be off looking for my dignity in the corner...

Snow White's Lament On Waking.

[cadhla]

The sky is full of stars and snow
And every shadow has your eyes.
I don't know how to make you go,
I who was fair, I who was wise,

I who chose winter's blessing
Over springtime's wind and rain
Now stand here helpless, guessing
At the things I can't explain...

Will you release me someday
From the kiss you chose to give?
I chose to eat the apple,
I did not choose to live.
My kingdom for a coffin,
For the crystal and the cold...
You caught me with a story,
But this story has been told.

The sky is full of fog and frost,
And every shadow bids me stay.
I don't know how I got so lost,
I who was fast, I who was fey,

I who chose slumber's sweetness
Over summer's bitter end
Now stand here robbed of fleetness
In a place I can't defend...

Will you release me someday
From the kiss you chose to give?
I chose to eat the apple,
I did not choose to live.
My kingdom for a coffin,
For the crystal and the cold...
You caught me with a story,
But this story has been told.The sky is full of lies and loss

Re: Snow White's Lament On Waking.

[archangelbeth]

AHHHHHHHHHHH! I worship the keyboard you type upon. Thank you. That is oh-so-fey. Eee. Thank you.

Re: Snow White's Lament On Waking.

[cadhla]

My keyboards are often enormously banged-up. I recommend worshiping something sturdier, like the cat.

[libgirl]

Star, drink, subtle (if that's too hard random replacement word is: water)

Everything else--Poet's choice.

Wine, and Warnings.

[cadhla]

The taste of stars is subtle;
Not as sweet as winter wind,
Nor as tart as moonbeams scooped
From the storm-swept waves
Of bright and distant seas.
Best be careful when you catch them.
Brew them long and brew them well.

When the time has come to drink,
Blend the wine of stars with water;
To drink it straight would be to say
That nothing of this world may matter,
That you'd leave your life behind.

Do not be worried if you sip
And start to weep;
Human hearts must always break a bit
When tasting
Such a dream.

Re: Wine, and Warnings.

[vixyish]

<3

Re: Wine, and Warnings.

[cadhla]

<3 you, too, darlin'.

Karma.

[cadhla]

You said your name was 'Karma,'
Told me everything we did
Was only that which I deserved.
I'd never dreamed of eyes
As blue as yours,
Never conceived of the way
You wrapped your legs around me,
Shouting benedictions, seagull screams.
You told me that you loved me.
That's the thing that hurts the most:
You told me that you loved me.
Little liar.

You said your name was 'Karma,'
Told me everything we did
Was only that which I deserved.
And if I ever see you, I just hope
You'll have an answer,
I just hope
That you can tell me,
What I did --

In this life or any other --

To be left with seagull screams
Forever shadowing my shattered
Seashell soul.

[kyrielle]

Oooo, shiny, another round! *glee*

Words: water, time, hatred.

I leave the form up to you. :)

Caution.

[cadhla]

Do not give your time to hatred;
Hatred doesn't need your aid.
It can spread like wine through water
In the souls of the betrayed.
And it doesn't really matter
What they did or what's been done.
Once they open up to hatred,
Only bitterness has won.

Do not give your time to sorrow;
Sorrow doesn't need your aid.
It can find itself a shelter
In the wounds that it has made.
And it doesn't really matter
What was meant or what was true.
Once they open up to sorrow,
Only misery shines through.

Give yourself to light and wonder;
Let the darkness go unpaid.
Life can be a thing of beauty
If the proper choice is made.
And it doesn't really matter
If you started in the dark.
Once you open up to wonder,
Joy shines through with just a spark.

Re: Caution.

[kyrielle]

Thank you.

Re: Caution.

[emberleo]

okay, that right there is frelling modern scripture or something.

--Ember--

Instructor's Mantra.

[cadhla]

Guide the stubby hands of children down the keys;
These are moments where a lifetime is a song.
Long and careful hands work hard to teach the way,
Play the glitter and the glory off the page.
Age will grant them other teachers, but right now
How you guide them will define tomorrow's grace.
Place your fingers over theirs. Help them decide.

Re: Instructor's Mantra.

[cadhla]

Yup. Welsh chain -- last syllable of the line matches the first syllable of the next line, with the last syllable of the poem matching the first syllable.

Also, yay.