Visuo-lunarally Inspired Poetry

I wrote this one for my English class last year.


Bella Luna

"Oh silvery orb, how dost thou hang
in the vast dome which arches now
above my crown?

Why liest thou so silently behind
the wispy, smoky clouds that slink
across the night?

Shine forth thy bright, bonny face
to light the darkened world below thy
crib of shadows!

Come out tonight and spread your glow
o’er shattered hopes and broken hearts,
bathing them with hope."

Mmm, lovely poems Brandon :)

Here's one I wrote really quickly a couple years back and I feel like it could be the beginning of an epic poem, if I ever figure out the rest of the plot :/ Feel free to give me ideas on how to continue!

"A herd of cats
thundered past
that fateful day
which was my last"

Three Poems About Precipitation...

As you may have noticed from my previous post, I really enjoy writing poems about nature. In fact, since coming up here to Utah for college, that's pretty much ALL I've written poems about. Living right next to the mountains and having beautiful (albeit highly schizophrenic :D) weather is like a gold mine for a poet like me! Here are not one, not two, but THREE poems I've written this year (one of them in October, the second in about February, and the other just a week and a half ago while on the bus back from our Men's Chorus tour in St. George) about the gorgeous Utah weather...namely, about the wonderful rain and snow that it brings. (Side note: I set the first poem to music, and it became my first structured, planned-out choral piece! Here is a link if you'd like to see/hear it: Click here. )


song for a stormy day
sheets of gray
pierce my soul with happiness
dark clouds
rend the skies with clarity
and the rain falls
in pieces
of a puzzle
of emotion
they wet the ground
they warm the heart


i am
a small part
of an ocean of green
and brown
and colors natural
and unseen
growing, slowly growing
in the storm
rain pounding, my heart
reflecting the drops
of the storm
feeling the rhythm
of the storm

reflections on snow

a blanket of gray

suspended

over

white

a moody sky

paints the ground

white

with its tears of

joy

a light from within

all nature

glowing

whispering

you, me, us

the falling

     flakes

          envelop

     mankind

in seas of

white

and the ground's a bed of

white

tonight, the earth will sleep peacefully.

white road

traveling along a snowy sea

endless rows of fences

disappearing into white

the blank, cloudless air

is.

i am too.

the hum of the motor

i feel no winter chill

but it feels me

it feels all of us.

it is.

it is white and sky and moving stillness.

muted fields of pale things

that once grew, that will grow again

cars running swiftly

over the path

that leads through the white

the white is.

we are too.

open, breathing, living, visions of white and freshly fallen snow.

the snow is.

the ground is.

the road is.

the earth is.

i am too.

Woohoo!

Yay! Another post!! Okay, so it really makes me giggle when someone tries to refute claims that people who believe the way they do are stupid and makes elementary spelling and grammar mistakes all over the place. I know I’m not the best speller myself, but I really try hard not to make those kind of mistakes when trying to convince people that I actually do have functional brains in my head, despite what I believe.

That said, I really hope that this blog will be a place where we can just discuss literary pursuits and not go into politics even the littlest bit, because conflict really stresses me out.

That good with you people?

Do we have any people…?

*Hellooooo…… Hellooooo...... Helloooo.....*

O.o

the valley

So the previous post essentially took care of welcoming and whatnot, so I'll just cut to the chase with a poem I just wrote a few minutes ago. :) It was inspired by a ride back tonight from Spanish Fork to Provo. I love the Wasatch valley's endless array of views at night. You really can't drive anywhere on the freeway without being able to see a huge blanket of lights across the valley. And of course, the mountains surround pretty much everywhere in the valley. Thus was born this poem, which structurally (and content-wise, too, I suppose :) ) is probably one of my more abstract. :D

dots and dots and more

dots of light

to guide us as we glide

through the peaceful still darkness

cloud-touched mountains tower over us

in placid silence

a view of the light

a world of brightness and mystery

i see it now

remembering

but i am there

it is here

remembering

treasured memories

dark, unpainted scenes

remembering

the darkness

the light

the mountains

the valley

-3/24/10

Welcome to our blog!

We are thrilled that anyone would want to read our wild ramblings...well, at least I am :p

Now for my first poem. This one's from a couple of years back, but it partially explains my choice of Nom de Plume. It's not really meant to make much sense though. Enjoy!

"I am the wilting leaf that pines for the sun in the dead of winter.
I am the desert plant that longs for the rain in the midst of drought.
I am the twisted vine that mourns for an oak on which to lean.
I am the wearied sapling that wants for a post to lift it up.

I am the flower without the bee, the bird without the tree.
I am the bell without the steeple…

…a rose…

…that is me."