Tight is my fist
These knuckles are white
Clinging to the dearest things of all
Why must it be so hard
to believe you?
Is it difficult?
I mean your love,
It wraps around me
in a sheet of silk
Your joy is a
bike ride down hill
in summer dusk with a hint of rain
Surrender is complete
One finger uncurls
Like a rose in the sun
My hand opens to you
A white dove then flies
Away free forever in your sky
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Fireflies
I wrote this when I was freshman in high school.
It has NOTHING to do with the song, "Fireflies" by Owl City (LOVE them!!). This poem is about a memory I had when my family and I would go to Ohio to visit my grandparents. At night there were fireflies everywhere in the backyard. I remember catching them with my brother and sister, bringing them inside the house, and turning the lights off. I missed those days when writing the poem. When we all got along, and things weren't hard. At the time, my family life was getting a little crazy.
I like this poem, even if it sounds kind of funny. So I thought I might as well post it. :)
Fireflies, fireflies why the reminiscing glow?
That burns the awakening of such passion flow
Of the way things used to be
When you and I were young, wild, and full of glee
Hypnotizing flashes every warm summer night
Danced the beauty of your glow that held my gaze so tight
Why do you now bring envy for the way things used to be?
Because everything is different now, it comes with a fee.
The fiery yellow light never seems to bend
When it shows the way good things always have to end
"Remember the good old day?"
"When the glow of my wing tempted you to come and play?"
Fireflies, Fireflies, you are that reminiscing glow
Reminding you and I of the good old summer nights ever so slow
Before me my recollecting past lies
All because of the glowing reminder of the fireflies
It has NOTHING to do with the song, "Fireflies" by Owl City (LOVE them!!). This poem is about a memory I had when my family and I would go to Ohio to visit my grandparents. At night there were fireflies everywhere in the backyard. I remember catching them with my brother and sister, bringing them inside the house, and turning the lights off. I missed those days when writing the poem. When we all got along, and things weren't hard. At the time, my family life was getting a little crazy.
I like this poem, even if it sounds kind of funny. So I thought I might as well post it. :)
Fireflies, fireflies why the reminiscing glow?
That burns the awakening of such passion flow
Of the way things used to be
When you and I were young, wild, and full of glee
Hypnotizing flashes every warm summer night
Danced the beauty of your glow that held my gaze so tight
Why do you now bring envy for the way things used to be?
Because everything is different now, it comes with a fee.
The fiery yellow light never seems to bend
When it shows the way good things always have to end
"Remember the good old day?"
"When the glow of my wing tempted you to come and play?"
Fireflies, Fireflies, you are that reminiscing glow
Reminding you and I of the good old summer nights ever so slow
Before me my recollecting past lies
All because of the glowing reminder of the fireflies
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