Wyvern Posted December 24, 2002 Report Posted December 24, 2002 As another year passes, thoughts blossom and bloom And with kinship as crops your guiding light looms Shining gracefully down for all eyes to see Drying rain stricken fields and tears silently Causing new plants to grow, and new bonds to form Your influence great, your features adorn While the fruits of your labors ripen with joy From your spectrum of colors, your talents deployed. We rest in your light, with our gratitude's boon Of your constant affections, which act as our moon Illuminating the night, your faithful decree So that peace and love with justice may be And as bees to the honey do our loves for you swarm Suckling sweetest of kisses and hugs always warm For your very climate has heated our hearts And has bound us together, never splitting apart. As I write this over evening, alone in my room I think of and cherish you. I, son of thy womb And smile at how bonds over time are like Burgundy And only grow better with each moment’s certainty To you this is dedicated, for the day you were born Which we all love to celebrate until early morn And though bonds are like Burgundy, devotions sweet taste Even finest of wines can never replace.
Guest Tamaranis Posted December 25, 2002 Report Posted December 25, 2002 It just seems wrong that there's no comment on this. So I'll say again that I think it's a good poem, even if it's some ways outside my normal sphere of reading.
Guest Carlyan the Wise Posted December 28, 2002 Report Posted December 28, 2002 Again, this gives credence to my prior statement: I liked it... I didn't understand it, but it was beautiful.
reverie Posted December 28, 2002 Report Posted December 28, 2002 ya know wyvern... gotta hand it too ya, you're one of few ppl i know, that can pull off writing in that style... good stuff.... rev...
Nyyark Posted January 1, 2003 Report Posted January 1, 2003 Did you give it to your mom? (did I interpret right?)
Guest Rune Posted January 1, 2003 Report Posted January 1, 2003 *boggles* amazing. *wanders off listlessly*
Wyvern Posted January 2, 2003 Author Report Posted January 2, 2003 This was, indeed, written for my mother's birthday as an ode to her unwavering love. Thus, you interpreted correctly Nyyark. To answer your question, I did give it to her and she liked it very much... Thanks to all who responded to my poem, your comments are greatly appreciated.
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