8/4/05 06:49 pm - snuzzie
Right. Screw the whole friends-only thing. Not like anyone looks at this anyway, ahaha.
So. I'm bored.
So I'm going to post some poems I did at MSA.
Light on a Bridge
Cold rail under hands.
Glazed eyes staring out into
The dense fog clings,
peripheral vision hindered,
visions of winter trees,
naked branches bending
underneath the blank weight of snow.
The delayed arrival of dawn
with the moon still high in the crisp air.
Headlights behind pass by
as passengers of a sleeping planet
forget nature’s majesty.
The frozen breath in an air so cold
as to prick the skin as with needles.
The faint slipping of unfrozen water
against cragged edges
and the frozen dew on brown stalks
of stiff grass.
The brilliance of the moon
cuts through the thick fog
that masks a light on a bridge
staring out at
a frozen world.
This was for my 'Stylistic Signatures' class. We went to the museum of art and archaeology and looked at the paintings and had to write a poem using whichever one we wanted to. This was inspired by a...modern painting (v. small) of a bridge in...I want to say Chicago...covered in fog. It was a small picture done in charcoal, I want to say, all gray and black. Anyway. My teacher really liked this poem and, now that I look back on it, I do too.
A Breath of Life
Eyes open, gazing above her.
The colors of the sky slowly change,
the creamy peach light is accompanied by rich, cherry streaks.
Sensing darker colors hovering close by,
Within minutes the soft peaches dissipate
to cool, evening grays, hues of soft purple, and
before long, the sky is covered,
with a navy blue as deep as the chasms of her mind.
Folding her arms behind her, lying back lazily.
Eyes closed, a thick blanket of dark velvet cloaks her.
The gentle zephyrs of spring play across her haven,
nudging soft, yet sharp blades of grass against her cool skin.
Breathing in, clean air rushing to fill her lungs.
She can taste the rain in the air and hear
the quivering, lazy notes of sleepy birds.
With open eyes tearing away from
the masking darkness
to see the expansive sky
with heavy, gray clouds.
The deep rumble of thunder and a smile as a drop
of rain touches her forehead.
Then, another breath of life as she closes her eyes
and waits for the rain
to wash the world clean.
This one was just inspired sitting outside on a gorgeous day. I liked it a lot at first. I still like it, but I think I like the bridge one more.
Alright. That's enough for today. ...not that anyone reads this. Oh well. XD.