I have to admit, haikus are WAAAAY harder than they look. But I gave this one a try! Yes, another thing about nature, but hey, I just can’t get enough of it! Tell me what you think!
Spring Wind:
Faded footsteps print hillsides
Breaths hug rolling waves
Softly kisses baby wings
Here are two different poems I wrote (at two very different times) about dawn and dusk. Note that in the first poem, each mini paragraph spells either “dawn” or “dusk” on the left side. Plus, the first and last sentences each end with the word “sun.” (That was on purpose.) And the second poem is one I wrote for my upcoming book, Terra Spar. Enjoy!
Dawn & Dusk:
Dawn picks up her skirts to greet the Sun
And many join her side in wonder and wait
With ginger eyes closed, she curtsies low
Never seeing her king, yet she feels his warm presence
Dusk makes his way to the edges of the sky
Under shades of purple he watches the light disappear
Somewhat outcast, he greets the darkness
Kept forever at the trail end of the Sun
In a Day:
Dawn
Golden, silent
Rising, glowing, charming
Brilliant, early, dwindled, late
Fading, ending, greying
Dusty, auburn
Dusk
For those of you who are “newer” to my blog, let me give you some background here . My twin sister and I are writing a poetry story book called Terra Spar. I think it’s pretty cool. 🙂 Anyhoooo, this is a poem we co-wrote, all about having nightmares (I promise you, this isn’t scary!) So if you get the chance, be sure to check out a few of my other poems in this book !
Characters: Nighttide (in this poem, here’s the horse/Master Night.) He’s our “villain” so to speak. Solflame: He’s the new king (in this poem he’s the sun/Day.) He’s the super valiant hero. Enjoy the poem!
Night Mares:
He sets the stage at dusk
Dusk, it’s here, its columns dark
Darkened actors wait backstage
Backstage, they stretch and arc
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Creatures, all lovers of Night
Night has made an exit right
Right, no left, a cricket comes in
Comes in, to let all begin
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Operatic sounds cool the guests
Guests are soothed by harmonies
Harmonies do hypnotize
Hypnotizing sounds, sweet melodies
–
Acrobats twirl down from ceiling
Ceiling cracked, yet unrevealing
Unrevealed master observes
Observers watch on undisturbed
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Leisurely crowd soon finds amiss
Amiss with words sung so sweetly
Sweet turns sour in their veins
Vainly try to run free
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Deafening clock begins to chime
Chimes in rhythm, twelve times
Time has come, Night’s at his peak
Peaked mare begins to speak
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Nightmares disperse on weary dreamers
Dreamers try to pull away
Away from hooves so cold and black
Black and blue, they call out for the Day
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Master Night does battle hard
Hardly pulls back, merciful not
Not an hour too late, the Sun rises
Rising, soon the pain’s forgot
Here is a poem I wrote with my sister for a book we’re working on titled, “Terra Spar.” It’s our perspective of the Sun fighting away the Night. (Nighttide -aka The Night Mare- is a horse) 🙂
The Clash of Nighttide:
I should have felt him drawing near
His shadows ever growing here
His faintly, hoofed steps all too clear
His distant brays shall be revered
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To slay this beast, I took an oath
I should have felt him coming close
Lady Rage ensnared us both
Her husband, Bitter, was our host
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I should have sensed his fist attack
His hooves poised high, aimed for my back
His twisted mane, a deathly black
His conscious mind, quick to react
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My fighting skill was to exalt
I should have felt his last assault
When all came quickly to a halt
I’d only won by sheer default
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I should have felt him slip away
His shadows made room for the Day
His presence stained me with a bray
His rash decisions will make him pay
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With silver scar, he fled wild eyed
I should have sensed him quickly hide
We’ll fight again to mend my pride
I am the Sun, and he, Nighttide
This is another poem about Princess Vendaval (see -Pained Memory) and her struggle to feel like she is loved and needed in this world. I wrote it to be kind of a bittersweet look on wind. Ever present, yet invisible. Her loving the children symbolizes her want for love, and how she tries so hard to care for others, but can still be overlooked. This poem may be a little too vague – let me know what you think. I enjoyed the challenge of writing it. Mirror poems are harder than they look! Enjoy, and if you’d like more, like/comment and/or read my other poems from this book! (Rain, To Think of You, Pained Memory.) Thanks for reading!
Invisible:
Wind
Impossible sight
Inhale, exhale, feel
Breathe and know
Love life’s children,
Skipping around placidly placed circles
Laughter floating through open hearts
Unknown, yet gusts are strong
Singing sweet over me
From fallen tears
Gentle so, fragrance bustles about
Life’s what wind breathes
– Nature –
Breathes wind
What Life’s about
Fragrance, so gentle
Tears fallen from me, over sweet singing
Strong are gusts, yet unknown
Hearts open through floating laughter
Circles placed placidly around skipping children
Life’s love
Know and breathe
Feel, exhale, inhale
Sight, impossible
Wind
Alright, so to those of you following along, here’s another part to Terra Spar. (Check out my other poems in this collection!) I wrote a poem about a meadow, and then split it up into three parts, to divide the book. For this poem in particular, I gave myself the challenge to use some “word[s] of the day” from dictionary.com. Ah! Did I use the words correctly?? I’m super excited with how far my sister and I have come in writing it. Here we go!
Meadow Part 1:
Watch the flowers effloresce
Petals dripped with sunshine zest
Lilacs dandled by soft breeze
Tulips slant lacking protest
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Achenes dance cross grassy vest
Foofaraw’s dissolve upon request
Replaced by giggling physiognomies
Wind huddled deep in chirper’s nest
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Meadow Part 2:
The pasture grants a toothsome offer
To lie in shade and omit bother
The whispers blow and hold you close
Whilst pouring bliss into your coffer
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The ground is prinked and humming psalters
Sound resonates from every quarter
Contented flora gives a toast
To clinquant pebbles as they saunter
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Meadow Part 3:
Askance thoughts melt painlessly
And Peace serves as a votary
Flaxen light embraces skin
Such sapid tranquil harmony
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Troubles lost within the trees
Pamper your dilatory
Pain kneaded out through violin
Land only reached through fantasy
Here is one of my favorite collaboration poems I’ve written with my twin for our book – hopefully coming out spring of 2012. It’s a poem about the seasons changing. It’s meant to be read as a loop – once you make it to the end, if you go back to the top and read once more, it should connect. I love seeing the seasons change drastically, and I wrote the autumn part while on a walk around my neighborhood. Enjoy!
(Character check: Himmel – the king’s elder brother. He represents the sky. Solflame – king’s son who takes the throne after his passing. He represents the sun. What do you think… should I keep writing up about this book, or choose something new? I think I’m just so excited about putting this book together!!!)
Spring Dreams:
Blushing pink and youthful green
Pastel sky, now fresh and clean
Returning oak and blooming pine
Confidence comes to thawing vines
Mother wakes from lengthy nap
Strong enough to break through trap
Inhales deep, begins to wake
Moon dries eyes, for mother’s sake
King Solflame will rise again
His mother’s sight he does mend
Ruler returns to his throne
Melting every tree and stone
Summer Dreams:
Forest green and fire yellow
Himmel Sky, so strong not mellow
Strengthened oak and merry pine
Are at play with cheeky vines
Mother earth let laugh escape
Robed in lovely flora cape
Mused, she sits with joyful daughter
Moon keeps watch as land gets hotter
Joyous king rules from his palace
Earth and Sea are filled with gladness
Sun in all his glory
Glowing bright for all to see
Autumn Dreams:
Apple red and tangerine hue
Blackened sky, covered in jewels
Sturdy oak and growing pine
Slowly blinded by the vines
Mother Earth comes down to sleep
Wrapped in leafy canopies
She will be a dosing soon
Guarded by her daughter the Moon
King Solflame begins to rise
Opening his mother’s eyes
Sun in all his majesty
Shines his rays upon the trees
Winter Dreams: (Bon)
Tear stained blue and frightened white
Brilliant sky, quite still and light
Frigid oak and drooping pine
Ice is growing upon the vines
Mother earth asleep at last
Encased in white, frozen trap
She does shiver while she sleeps
While daughter in-law gently weeps
Solflame looks with bleary eyes
Soon his task becomes a grind
Sun, he shakes in misery
Sulking well below the trees
Here is yet another poem from my co-written book, Terra Spar. It’s a scene where King Cobalt (who represents the sea) is taken on an adventure in his subconscious to learn that there is hope. Ever found yourself feeling hopeless and in need of a little pick-me-up? I certainly have! Believe me, there is an end to all the bad things! I hope you enjoy the poem.
Evaporate:
As the Sun shone bright, I held the light
In my right hand
And in my left, who could forget
That timer made of sand
It felt good in my palm, as my midst stood calm
All stiller than would seem
Then wonder arrived, and I lost the time
My heart began to dream
Envy and Rage had built a cage
As far as I could image
So trapped I was, and all because
My mind was stuffed with scrimmage
Above me high was my demise
My failures on an alp
Sin and faults, then above them all
Was my ever present doubt
My cheeks were stained with salty rain
By a sight too tall to climb
The Sky concealed but light did spill
Down on this hand of mine
For a sign I wished and timer flipped
As grains began to count
The time moved straight but my mistakes
From me were slipping out
They drifted up, all I’d thought of
Was leaving me at once
I waved farewell to pain that swelled
And greeted my Goosebumps
Gone to the fears and all the years
Of failure looming by
Gone to the hurts and all the worst
Blunders now I defy
Then sight returned and ease well earned
Forgiveness for myself
No matter the tide, I’ll take it in stride
And fight my troubles well
To give you a little background, one of my sisters and I are writing a poetry story book. It’s been quite a feat to work on, but we’ve made a lot of progress. It’s not professional work, yes, but it’ll be a nice keepsake. I’ve been posting some of the poetry from the book on here already (The Clash of Nighttide, Rain, To Think of You) and I’m considering keeping this up. What do you think? This poem here is where the princess, (Vendaval -who represents the wind) is grieving the loss of her father. (King Cobalt – who represents the sea.) I hope you like this one!
Pained Memory:
Lost at sea she stands
With a seashell in her hands
Fingertips on quill
–
Eyes a misty hue
She flies between green and blue
Set with unquenched will
–
Ragged skirt a-blow
As she searches far below
For dusty memory
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Wrinkled brow is set
Ocean spray getting her wet
Her heart burns “come back for me”
–
Who could touch her soul?
In a way hidden, unknown
Never let her go on
–
Whose hands could be so black?
They don’t surrender to attack
Now she sings a loner’s song
–
Striped down to the bone
Trembling shovel makes her home
Deep within the sand
–
Fears will burry her alive
Lest she fights what’s deep inside
She’s gained an empty hand
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“Will, will you resign
Leave this starving heart of mine
A hole deep in my core”
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“Longing set me free
Harsh troubles leave me be
Now I scar forever more”
–
Her heart lies in brown box
Eagle crest and golden locks
With cold stilled heart
–
Something inside can’t go away
She needs someone to light her way
To a better start
–
Lost at sea she stands
With a seashell in her hands
Fingertips on quill
–
Eyes a misty hue
She flies between green and blue
Set with unquenched will
Whenever it rains, I love to run outside and just get lost in the wonder. It’s almost as if I’m in another world. So one day, I sat down and wrote a poem about it. I hope you like it!
Rain:
Your tears fall on my face
As drops of rain stain me
Dark streaks shade my eyes
And I feel cold
My world fades from view
A thick grey veil falls
Alone in a bleak place
And my skin prunes
Little white horses cascade
Into tiny soup bowls
Minute creatures splash
And I smile fondly
Streams stick close to me
And rivers gently massage
Fresh air calms me down
And I feel at peace
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