This one was written last night just an hour before April began, so I'm not going to count it for the challenge, but I will share it anyways. I also posted it here if anyone wants to leave a formal review. Anyway, here it is:
Dead Night's Moonlight
Flickering moonlight Iridescent shadows Unbroken, perfect, heavenly beams Longing to touch the broken ground
Floating down like gentle rain To flood the grave Of a dying Earth
Or, perhaps, falling up An angelic storm To kiss the palm Of a universal what if.
Haha, I felt inspired and went and wrote another poem. Bonus points, right?
Beautiful Glowing Minds
Beautiful glowing minds Painted red with liquid fire Rising up on drafts of inspiration To drip their magic flame from heaven Floating, flying, they move through the clouds like angels Upwards, ever upwards, To meet the starlight face to face For what are the stars But beautiful, glowing minds?
Ever write a poem that you didn't mean to write, but has a perfectly cohesive theme anyway? Here's today's poem, Broken Lines.
Broken Lines
Broken lines on aged faces Make me think of death by waiting As time spins like yarn about an old woman's finger I can't help but feel the tears of a forgotten soul Chords from old pianos rend my heart Forgotten concertos blur my mind As my own face is threatened By ancestral broken lines
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Also, bonus poem I started last night and honed during the poetry jam:
Dripping Words
Simple words drip from my mouth Like water from the ancient mountain Trickling, flowing through the valleys Cutting with the force of aeons Clear and pure as crystal shards Flowing through the endless ages Onward, eastward, forward forever Springtime water, the purest poetry
It's a beautiful rainy day today. Here's my poem for April 3rd, this one started out as a much longer poem, but I felt it worked better as a Haiku. I hope you enjoy it!
Silken Drops
Perfect silken drops Cathartic quicksilver rain Nature's healing kiss
So much déjà vu lately, I just had to write a poem about it. Anyway, here's my poem for day four of NaPo!
Stagnant Time
Time is spinning on a wheel of chance Eternal déjà vu plagues tomorrow Always going back, but never home Freedom tastes of dead yesterdays And frozen aeons left behind Perhaps one day I'll break this orbit And shatter stagnant time
Today is Palm Sunday, and the coming days mark Holy Week. This will be the first time for as long as I can remember that I didn't go to church to celebrate Holy Week, so I guess that's what inspired this poem.
Forgotten Wine
Empty as a chalice I wait for something to fill my soul I can't recall the taste of bread Or the sound of footsteps upon the altar Nor that feeling of holy drunkenness Just before my lips met the wine. I wonder if I wouldn't give my life Just to remember for a single moment The glorious tang my life once had
Your poems are very picturesque, Ethan! My favorite poem is probably Dead Night's Moonlight, because I adore the words you've used - you work with them very well, and I you could say that the rest of your poems are proof.
I'll definitely be watching out for more of your wonderful work!
Today's poem is my very first attempt at blank verse poetry. I think it turned out well enough for a newbie!
Silver Dreams
Silver dreams on shattered wings go flying O'er silent frozen plains, my misty mind. Forgotten angers, fears, and loves lie dead, Crystal-crusted, broken on the cold ground. Spinning madly like a leaf in a gale I wonder why I returned to this waste When all that awaits me are silken lies I spun long ago to keep my heart sane.
April 8th's poem was inspired partly by stress, and partly by my brother's poorly tuned guitar. Some haikus express beauty, others ugliness, and this one's the latter.
Snap
Stretched out much too thin Like discordant guitar strings One tug from snapping
Ethan I'm a big fan of your blank-verse poem! That turned out quite beautifully, especially these lines;
I wonder why I returned to this waste When all that awaits me are silken lies I spun long ago to keep my heart sane.
The Palm Sunday one I could relate too a lot too - such an eerie feeling of not being in church during holy week, there's some whimsy in your own poetic reflection on it but I think it also communicates that strange feeling of things not being how they should be.
The language of all of your poems seems carefully chosen - I'm enjoying your writing this month!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
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