Thursday, January 04, 2007

selections

Evanescent

Oh little child, you forlorn being
Why do you hide there trembling in fear?
Havet hey stolen all your hope away
And left you crying carelessly here?

Weak diminutive soul, all alone
Your only consoling friend Death may be
And your desolate voice wails in the distance
"Will he ever come to play with me?"

You pick a crushed flower as the petals fall
A mark of the past, present and future no more
For winter has come and frozen our faces
And cast our eyes blind to a prophesied war.

Oh little child, you captured mind
Such sorrowful eyes weep comprehending
In the silent night your voice will be heard
"I am your soul on which your fate is depending."

-JP '05


Ocean Tide

Standing alone
In a field of blue and white
A moving force of strength
Yet fury
A timeless reminder of what forever is.

The thunder rolls
Along a shore of even rock
Crashing tides and white tipped plains
Live always
A single allowance of future coming.

Lonely seagulls
They cannont stop their cries
For they know all of nothing
Except the sea
A home of invaluable worth.

-jp '05











Roses in the Rain

Silent drops of rain appear
Like whispers all around
Falling down from heaven here
Washing clear the ground

Petals hang so heavily
Drooping from its power
Fighting to stand straight again
Trying for those who cower.

Whipped by wind and torn by scourge
Crowned in the endless storm
Remembered by its beauty
And fragrance love can form.





jp 'o5

3 Comments:

At 3:50 PM, Blogger tasik said...

Here's to a fresh start. May the muses be with you.

 
At 11:55 AM, Blogger Scribbler said...

Have you ever read Emily Dickinson? Somehow - I am not certain how - some of your poems remind me of hers.

 
At 7:51 AM, Blogger Jessica said...

Only a few actually...I used to have a book of her stuff but not sure where it went to now.

 

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