Post by Sadi on Oct 11, 2004 12:34:19 GMT -5
"Sway"
Sitting pretty, proud and tall.
Lovely smile, says it all.
Failure at communication,
Single touch ignites elation.
A scathing look, a bitter word.
Subject matter, deft deferred.
Walk away, don’t look back.
A hidden heart begins to crack.
A flip of hair, a newfound quirk.
Rose-red lips, a subtle smirk.
Back on track, wounds all mended.
Not too sad with how things ended.
A sudden spark, it’s back ablaze.
Like a sickness, like a craze.
Hammering from deep inside,
A frothy, ebbing, endless tide.
First a stumble, then a fall.
Like gentle winds turned raging squall.
Minor mishap, full-blown blunder.
Entire world, ripped right asunder.
A sob, a sigh, the evening sky.
Softly whispered licit lie.
Dismal sway preludes dance.
Working body into trance.
Trenchant mind, so abusive.
Sleep falls distant, so elusive.
A gasp for air, a stifled cry.
Coming down from acrid high.
Morning light sheds same perspective.
Sardonic laughter, plumb reflective.
An outlook changed, grown melancholy.
The price to pay, for witless folly.
This... There is so much to say about this poem, I truly do not know where to begin. I sat down one day, positively determined to write it. I got one stanza done, but was stuck on the third. So I left the word document open all day while I cavorted around the internet. Then something hit me when I maximized it so I could close it... And instead of the three-stanza poem I was going for, I pumped out an additional five. This poem essentially chronicles my feelings over the last three years. Yeah, you read that right. Years. It's three years of hate, three years of love, and three years of longing and coping all rolled into one. Eighth, ninth, and the very beginning of tenth (the year I'm currently in). Perhaps I should add another stanza--I thought my troubles were over, but they've begun again, anew.
Sitting pretty, proud and tall.
Lovely smile, says it all.
Failure at communication,
Single touch ignites elation.
A scathing look, a bitter word.
Subject matter, deft deferred.
Walk away, don’t look back.
A hidden heart begins to crack.
A flip of hair, a newfound quirk.
Rose-red lips, a subtle smirk.
Back on track, wounds all mended.
Not too sad with how things ended.
A sudden spark, it’s back ablaze.
Like a sickness, like a craze.
Hammering from deep inside,
A frothy, ebbing, endless tide.
First a stumble, then a fall.
Like gentle winds turned raging squall.
Minor mishap, full-blown blunder.
Entire world, ripped right asunder.
A sob, a sigh, the evening sky.
Softly whispered licit lie.
Dismal sway preludes dance.
Working body into trance.
Trenchant mind, so abusive.
Sleep falls distant, so elusive.
A gasp for air, a stifled cry.
Coming down from acrid high.
Morning light sheds same perspective.
Sardonic laughter, plumb reflective.
An outlook changed, grown melancholy.
The price to pay, for witless folly.
This... There is so much to say about this poem, I truly do not know where to begin. I sat down one day, positively determined to write it. I got one stanza done, but was stuck on the third. So I left the word document open all day while I cavorted around the internet. Then something hit me when I maximized it so I could close it... And instead of the three-stanza poem I was going for, I pumped out an additional five. This poem essentially chronicles my feelings over the last three years. Yeah, you read that right. Years. It's three years of hate, three years of love, and three years of longing and coping all rolled into one. Eighth, ninth, and the very beginning of tenth (the year I'm currently in). Perhaps I should add another stanza--I thought my troubles were over, but they've begun again, anew.