a sonnet!

(i had fun with this one)

As when the lights in a theater fade,
So darkens the sky just before a storm;
And as the dancer with baited breath waits,
So is the hush before the skies perform.
The violin’s played and the curtain drawn,
And graceful, the dancer steps into view.
The gray sky bows as the crowd watches on,
And falls a mist as soft as morning dew.
The music crescendos, the dancer leaps.
The thunderous applause shakes the frail stage.
The skies split and rain floods the land and sea.
Black clouds crash, lightning breaks the dark display.
Silence plays her song for an empty house
As the remnants of the rain take their bow.

a fan favorite

(like i really have fans... no, it's just the poem i've most recently shared around my little circle and the poem most warmly received... enjoy?)

What to write on blank pages
When war rages,
When time changes,
And chaos corrupts youth
Creating curses that last?

Can numbers un-numb us,
Or pictures persuade us,
Or will we watch the world
Fade in flames?

What words could inspire,
Light to live higher,
Furnish with fire?

Will anything amplify,
Damn the darkness,
Fill the future with hope?

What can move us anymore?

no pressure...

here's the first poem (by me... took a while to pick out because it's the first one!!!  it's from a few years ago)

little girl, little girl

she can hardly sit still

her eyes can never focus, her heart cannot slow down

always needing something

needing someone to be around

always talking and listening

because she’s afraid she’ll forget the sound

she dances to the music in her head

because she’s afraid of silence

always moving because she’s afraid to be still

(that things will stay the same)

she’s waiting for the rain

because she’s afraid of no change

always looking for something else

afraid to let things stay the same

what are you looking for little girl, little girl?

a place that is home

a person that is home

a feeling that is home

arms that are home

when will you find it little girl, little girl?

she just does not know

she dreams of a difference

she longs for that change

yet here she sits writing her verse

as if anything can be resolved with just words

because as afraid as she is that she’ll never feel

she’s more terrified to find it, afraid it won’t be real

afraid it can’t be real

little girl, little girl

keep on dreaming little girl

you can’t give up

i need you to hope for me

don’t accept this

i need you to dream