A few new poems

[Da_Yog]

A friend said I should post these up so here they are. Yeah, It's been a long while. :-)

 

Sweet Sorrow

 

I smiled and said goodbye today

Not to life or everyone

But to one person above the rest

It was a goodbye with a tear

Accompanied by a genuine smile

A goodbye that should end a book

While you wait for the next to begin.

 

A new life begins and the job is real

Yet a sadness still clings to me

And will not leave without a fight

The world has gone mad yet again

Only entropy fuels such change.

I watch from afar unable to stop it

Nor would I be willing even if I could.

 

I watch patiently unfolding events

Waiting for the pattern to emerge

Hoping my place is still there

Fearing above all fears it will not

Knowing that force should ensure

That my fear will be realized

So I do naught but smile and wait.

 

 

Symmetry

 

Of tiny spaces we dream

No stranger things it seems

Wrapped up in a ball

It resonates through all

The tiniest of things

Life vibrating in strings.

 

 

Desert Rain

 

In the sky the raging sun sleeps

Until the wispy widow weeps

And when a droplet chances to collide

Where the hungry earth resides

For a time the flowers shall bloom

Until again the dryness resumes.

 

 

Autumn Wind

 

A cool fall breeze glides in from the East

Russet leaves dance and cover the land

Those who stay prepare with a feast

For soon all will be covered by winter’s hand

The trees all about give up their green

Birds high above, to the south wing

The world all about bathed in an autumn scene

Squirrels bury treasure to last until spring

The fields lay barren, harvest is over

Slowly with time the woods grow quiet

Until once again blooms the clover

And life bursts forth, a tumultuous riot.

 

Hugs and Tears

 

It has been many years since that day

That lazy day in the midst of may

That day when the children came to play

I was sitting on my porch asleep

Hiding from the world, trying not to weep

Alone in the world, all alone with my fears

Hiding from my doubt, running from my tears

A tired and wretched shambling disgrace

With a mass of stubly beard upon my face

It was in such a state that I lay

The day the children came out to play.

 

It was a day when children love to play

That is to say it was just another day

A miserable day in the month of may

The children jumped and laughed and whirled

From a mournful sleep, fitfully I stirred

I rose up, full of ire from my chair

The children, eyes wide with fear, did stare

Terrified they stood, all ready to run

All save one, a tiny jewel in the sun

She looked up at me sadly as if to say

"Oh mister tell me, why don't you play?"

 

The tears began to flow from me that day

That beautiful spring day in mid May

When that child stopped from her play

While I cried she tottered slowly to me

She was concerned while the rest chose to flee

With arms spread wide, a hug she supplied

Big crocodile tears I continually cried

For no apparent reason she hugged me tight

And for a time the world seem allright

Because that day the children came to play

And one little girl decided she would stay.

 

It's been many years since that fateful day

That day when the children came to play

And one little girl, with great love, did stay

I cleaned myself up and found a little pride

Each day she would come by with arms open wide

We would sit and talk of life for a time

And speak of a world full of poetry and rhyme

Of how simple little acts of kindness and love

Can forever change a pigeon into a dove

And every year in the middle of May

We hold a private celebration on that day.

Edited January 12, 2006 by Da_Yog

[Regel]

Welcome back my friend. I see you may have been away but you haven't been idle.

[Wyvern]

Nice poems, Yog. :-) I particularly liked "Sweet Sorrow," and thought the manner that the narrator was waiting for a "pattern to emerge" was very intriguing. "Symmetry" was also a very succinct set of interesting observations, and the image of all things vibrating was a good one. "Desert Rain" and "Autumn Wind" both struck me as nice nature poems, and I especially liked the cyclical theme of "Desert Rain" with the dryness resuming after the rainfall. "Hugs and Tears" seemed to have a strong emotional base behind it, though I wasn't as big a fan of it due to the rhyme scheme. Though the rhymes were consistant and well thought out, I didn't really think they fit the sombre mood that the subject matter suggested.

 

Anyway, thanks for sharing these Yog. :-) It's always nice to see you posting here.

[Da_Yog]

"Hugs and Tears" seemed to have a strong emotional base behind it, though I wasn't as big a fan of it due to the rhyme scheme. Though the rhymes were consistant and well thought out, I didn't really think they fit the sombre mood that the subject matter suggested.

I thought about the rhyme scheme for a bit. I tend to find that rhymes tend to add an airy and carefree nature to poems. There are several reasons why I chose to keep it as is: 1) There is a somberness to the poem as a whole and I think it stands out well enough. The rhyme scheme reflects the little girl to me. She is that kind of person, most often found in children, that seems to be able to see past the surface of things and care not for the outward appearance. In the man is that little girl waiting to get out again, yet he never fully will. He's too old, but he can glimpse it enough to smile again, and that is enough sometimes. 2) I didn't really set out to write a poem with a rhyme scheme, that's just the way it came out. It flowed well enough and I kind of like it this way. 3)There is a sense of hope in the poem and I think the rhyme scheme reflects it well. Without it, I think it should be too dark.

 

Anyway, thanks for your comments. :-)

[Quincunx]

A quick note--these poems are livelier than the ones you had written with the archaic "thee"s and "thou"s.