(The first one may be a narrative, but I found these two in a notebook and so I'm posting them together in Dramatic)
Convenient Interruption
"That does it!
That bumbling Helios comes
blundering in again.
What say, Venus? Shall I
kick him headlong forth then?
He'll drown your hosts in giddy passion,
the way designers call it fashion.
Those innocents love the stars at night-
will these lovers not receive a fright?"
Venus, rosy, now laughs at me stout-
"You'll burn your toes if you kick him out.
Those lovers, crafty, find shady haunts.
Some bedsheet craft your innocence wants.
As for the sun-kid, you know he's hot."
"He's hot! What rot! He's certainly not!"
"Envy for the blondes, my school-boy bard?"
"Shut up! You're dead! The night's unstarr'd"
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(I discovered this structure accidentally when I decided to leave off the first verse at "somewhere". I'll use this again, maybe)
Residues
Winter comes and winter goes
and nothing happens, but it snows
somewhere.
April still knows-
hearts freeze, blood flows
from there.
Some bells bloomed blue our sorrows ring.
Each day, fresh flowers the gardeners bring
and grow.
Who knows that night from long before,
when clouds came soft and then let pour
no snow.
I waited, but only rain falls here
and to add to it, I shed a tear
of loss.
I fear she's gone, like dried up grass
and I'm left to burn with lens or glass
the moss.
The ground is stained with puddle and pond
that washed away my dreamed beau monde
to mud.
I'd love to dry her shirt, but feign
that there, the dark and cloudy stain,
is blood.
