Showing posts with label my. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2016

ELIZABETH by Edgar Allan Poe

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
(Logic and common usage so commanding)
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet - if a poet - in pursuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less - in short's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school-
Called - I forget the heathenish Greek name
(Called anything, its meaning is the same)
"Always write first things uppermost in the heart."

(Zeno, a philosopher who said "that one's own name should never appear in one's own book")

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

A Northwestern Family

One day, you will be all mine.

We will live beneath the trees and above the moss.
Our legs will feel light as we trudge over rocks & waterfalls.
The rain will be your love & the mountains your muse.

We will walk along the strings of higher education
& run with the forested roads.
The city will light up in Big Pink, & purple lights.
The town's people will forever love Voodoo & a Rocky sort of Horror.

I could not imagine your tiny hands growing,
any place other than where mine grew.
I know you will love the light air & chilled mornings.
The snowy holidays & brisk summers.

We will live in a brick built home
surrounded by evergreen trees.
Cool outside, but we sit cozy.
Warmed by the vibrant fire.

I will love him,
he will love me,
& we will love you my darlings

in a Northwestern home.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Keeper,

You'd be so proud;
the way I've grown.
Crushing goals,
all set in stone.
Though, my soul
not heed a word;
My spirit runs,
free as a bird!
& no one knows...
for their eyes be closed.
But I know you see
through a haze of them;
That someone that I am.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

My Planet Gave Me A Name

Help.
The line is breaking,
shattering bones -
tendrils shaking.

Help.
Discarded blood.
Holding ashes in her hood...
Fists to fight
for what's good.

...What's good?

Help.
The ground is gone -
floating here now, far too long.
Eating nice
from dirty palms.

Help.
We need you now.

You!

Yet you not know how
to do...
become the vow
that helps
the line that's breaking
saves the Earth from scattering, shaking.

Help.
Our bodies to become what's good.

What is good?