Day 1: Posted on my April 1st, Drabble Wednesday post:
Day 2:
Swords and Dragons
Wake the kingdom, bang the drum
The gloried knights, raising steel
Gather the host, what may come
We will make the dragon squeal
The gloried knights, raising steel
Rouse the fervour, swing the blade,
we will make the dragon squeal
March to grandeur, lead the raid
Rouse the fervour, swing the blade
Dragon fire, bring all to die
March to grandeur, lead the raid
See the shadows o’er the sky
Dragon fire, bring all to die
See the shadows o’er the sky
Gather the host, what may come
Wake the kingdom,
bang the drum
Day 3:
A Willow in the Yard
Weathered,
a little broken
like me
But still standing
Weeping willow
they call you
bowing, bending
But still standing
Like me
Day 4:
Memento
Bitter smoke and lingering
reminders
The open window doesn't
alleviate
The smell of your cigars
permeates
the room
me
our broken lives
I miss you,
but you’re gone
Despite the scent of your cigars
Day 5:
Crossing Between
Dividing periphery, a flow
perchance to intersect, schism deep
Soft immersion, treading slow
Dividing periphery, a flow
wholly submerged in the undertow
Surrender, to the undercurrent sweep
Dividing periphery, a flow
perchance to intersect, schism deep
~*~
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4 comments:
I love them all but that weeping willow is still standing in my mind - beautiful
Thanks, Sheila.
I agree with Sheila. Plus the weeping willow resounds in me today for other reasons. Good luck with you book promotion and poetry slam.
The willow poem seems to be a favourite with several people; I've received similar comments on Facebook. It's funny how some poems can strike a chord in people.
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