Very well. I'm having trouble finding Emily Dicksinson poems online, the recent unedited versions anyway. So I'll do one poem of my own. If it sucks, blame me.
I Should Like
I should like to walk the night in solitude,
to see liquid moonlight
brush across snow
and dance through air.
I should like to be lost in the night,
to feel the silent peace
that comes in a world
aglow with light of
ever-faithful stars.
Why, then, do I fear the dark?
What creatures of my making prowl the night
and make midnight gleamings perilous?
Why is moonlight not enough?
...in fact, let's throw in another one. Because I can.
I Don't Like The Title So I'm Not Telling What It Is
I never knew I was disturbing--
I was too busy to see that!
My musing--my odd world
Demands--Claims--its rightful place.
I never knew that I,
Sometimes when I wasn't trying to be,
Could scare you--my mind simply works
At its own pace
In its own style.
But you would be surprised-indeed--
By how many times I've stopped
To watch--
And notice--
How terrifying all the others
Can often be.
~Paul
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4 comments:
I like your poems! *HUGS PAUL*
You're not as frightening as you might think sometimes. Then again, maybe that's just cuz it's me.
I should write some poems..
Me like they. Muy bien! Especially the first. I don't like to use this word flippantly, but I love lines 5-9. Wow. --WOW! Wow.
Sweet. These are very good. If one of us gets a book deal for our work for nanowrimo, we should bully the publishers to let us do a book of poetry, 'cause your section would be hot.
*blush* Really?
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