Belisarius
Bluelighter
I don't write poetry that often--I'm not afraid to admit that it's not my forte--but (very) occasionally I want to experiment with the medium.
The first poem is an acrostic--the first letters of each line spell something--and the second is a simple one I did entirely in trimeter, as I like to see if I can force myself to work well within a set scheme. I don't see fireflies that often, so every time I do it's something of a joyous occasion for me.
10/1/04
A cloudy day, with shafts of sun
lighting the tables in the library through
ornate windows. Silence reigns; for most, the day is done.
Now and then a whisper scurries through books, old and new.
Everyone remaining is a stranger, a specter of fear;
I feel their minds, their stares as I walk past.
An impulse sends me outside, with only trees to see and wind to hear.
My body stands still, adrift in an ocean vast.
10/22/04
Little, little firefly
flashing through the night,
how you set my soul aflame
with your merry light.
Shadows always quickly fall
after setting Sun, or plight;
perchance I glimpse your fleeting flame,
then I know that all is right.
The first poem is an acrostic--the first letters of each line spell something--and the second is a simple one I did entirely in trimeter, as I like to see if I can force myself to work well within a set scheme. I don't see fireflies that often, so every time I do it's something of a joyous occasion for me.
10/1/04
A cloudy day, with shafts of sun
lighting the tables in the library through
ornate windows. Silence reigns; for most, the day is done.
Now and then a whisper scurries through books, old and new.
Everyone remaining is a stranger, a specter of fear;
I feel their minds, their stares as I walk past.
An impulse sends me outside, with only trees to see and wind to hear.
My body stands still, adrift in an ocean vast.
10/22/04
Little, little firefly
flashing through the night,
how you set my soul aflame
with your merry light.
Shadows always quickly fall
after setting Sun, or plight;
perchance I glimpse your fleeting flame,
then I know that all is right.
