Although I’ve posted all the completed chapters of my previous unfinished novel, there’s still some literary works that I feel deserve a spot on here. The following poems are selections from my sparse poetry collection:
Aria in White: 1st Movement
Piece by piece, the slate is wiped clean:
Nature’s blank canvas with a shimmering gleam.
Marching quietly towards the ground at night,
Skier’s domain comes back to life.
As the white blanket is unfurled,
The travelers’ bane constricts their world.
Unassembled artillery for many a war,
Changing the landscape near and far.
Melting clay in the craftsman’s hands,
Purity destroyed by the shifting sands.
Note: This poem was published in The Oredigger, as well as being published in the 2008 edition of High Grade.
Genetics
He gave me all of my logical sensibility
but she gave me the random spark
To look at things in sequence
and to intuitively trust the shot in the dark.
Observing the wonders of the rational
while acknowledging the chaotic din
And the analysis that is always needed
to give the mundane a creative spin.
A father’s objectivity forever
countered by a mother’s subjectivity in full
While looking at all the parts,
recognizing the magnificence of the whole.
His gift of the left to my life
is complimented by the addition of her right
Within me are two halves of a whole combined to make this shining light.
Note: Unfortunately, some of the formatting was lost in transferring this poem. The idea was that the negative space on the right would match the negative space on the right. This poem was published in the 2009 edition of High Grade.
Lost Smile
Have you seen my smile?
I lost it long ago.
When my heart broke into pieces
and the pieces lost in snow.
My smile has a companion,
and laughter is its name.
Until they both return to me,
I’ll never be the same.
Note: This most recent piece was written during a difficult time in my life. I find that sometimes creative writing can be the best coping mechanism.
Tabbed
I want
The girl who
Smiles away her day
Has a thoughtful word to say
Isn’t afraid to speak her mind
Is Godly, loving, and kind
To be the
Man who makes her laugh
Guide along our path
Shoulder she can cry on
Husband she can rely on
The days
To be spent together
Full of calm or stormy weather
Of wine and roses
Filled with poems and prose(s)
It on my tab
So help me God.
Note: I occasionally get inspired, and this piece is just such an example of said inspiration.
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