Enough

That face which haunts my brightest dreams
of shining light and things to be
That hand which guides my wandering feet
down winding paths, past closing doors
That voice which beckons silently,
through all my years it calls to me
Those arms which wait and promise love
beyond the gates flung open wide
All these I long to see and hear
and touch and know above all else...

...but until then
I have
Enough.

The Lonely Angel

This is a new poem, fresh, never before seen by human eyes!

...other than my own, of course... *awkward cough*

I wrote it just this morning, 5:50 a.m. Why am I up before 6 writing poetry, you ask? Because I Can.

enjoy.


The lonely, wandering Angel
straining for the light
The darkness gathers round us all
with only you to fight
Closer, nearer , creeping in
your seconds growing few-
one thousand ways to save the world,
but who’ll save you?

Bill Murray + Poetry Reading = Epic Win

Hey! I'm finally making a post! And it's my first blog post with video too. Anyways...I found out about this video on EW.com, and it's a fun little thing where Bill Murray reads poetry to (and hangs out with) the construction workers that built the new home for Poets House, which according to Wikipedia is "a national literary center and poetry library based in New York City." Now I want to go there, since it's free and whatnot. :) Thought y'all might like this, since it's related to poetry, and I don't quite have an original poem to share at the moment. :D

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."

I

"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."