Surrealty

Here's a short poem I wrote last year when something I wished for actually happened. And no, I'm not telling what it was! ;D

"Visions dance before my eyes of what could hardly seem to be
yet dare I trust remembrance when it, too presents such fantasy?
Illusions fade, the truth’s revealed before my ever reaching heart
and there I see my dream is real, a living, breathing work of art."

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"Triumph!" says I

"This day have I defeated

The beast known as

Blogspot!"

Goodness Gracious!

We are so terrible!

It's been forever since either of us posted anything, and I don't know about Brandon, but I certainly don't have any excuses for this sort of behavior. Bad Rose, bad!

Anyway, here's a sonnet that I wrote, well, for me really, but I used it as an English assignment also.


An’ Sense Be Yielded Up

"What joyous shouts shall issue forth from those
whom true Love’s bolts will pierce with ready flair
‘Tis cert’, on such as they a fair wind blows
an' sense be yielded up unto the air
For who can turn away the sounded call,
when heart strings twang and Providence intrudes?
And strength hath who to bear sweet Echo’s ¹ fall,
to persevere ‘gainst all of Love’s foul moods?
Such madness! None its fury can approach,
which, lovers, drives to desperate, disparate mains ²
Mere words could not themselves the subject broach
that cleaves the heart and rends the soul in twain
Though Love be not the most productive scheme,
it may be Life’s most inter-active theme."

¹Echo- in Greek mythology, pined away for love of Narcissus, who had eyes only for his own reflection, until she had no more substance than just her voice.

²Mains- the open ocean; high seas

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.....*

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