But one more time the poet returns to the board

[Damon Inferel]

I apologize, I hold another random place in this dwelling of cyberspace. I have decided to simply use the first lines of my poetry as the title, much like a poetess I know as Emily Dickinson. I will go hide in my corner now, figuring out how to read it so it runs smoothly. I hope it's good...

 

But one more time the poet returns to the board,

A lack of ideas, and nothing stored.

A thousand thoughts mixed between love and hate,

Which one to write about, I contemplate.

 

I think to myself such beauty deserves attention,

But it is debated as to if I should mention.

An attempt to contain, failing fast,

As in my mind, joyous thoughts have passed.

 

A touch of old language deserves a turn,

My poetry random, not always modern.

Alas fair maiden, you are in my head and my heart,

Sitting here thinking that we are apart.

 

I know that tomorrow is to come soon,

See you I will, from dawn until noon.

‘Tis a game of patience I enjoy to play,

Whilst we are apart, I wait for the day.

 

To be near and so far from the one I love,

‘Tis a small fight with my patience, a duel with a glove.

Time moves so slow sitting in the dark of night,

At my keyboard, my only light.

 

But happiness reigns over all time passing,

Thoughts of warmth and care are in my mind, amassing.

I am to wait, dawn after dawn,

For the day that follows, the time for serenity to spawn.

I see my beloved, my mind has no qualm,

Tomorrow and forever, an infinite calm.

Edited March 28, 2003 by Damon Inferel

[Peredhil]

what a neat way to overcome Writer's Block. And a neat poem. It seems to have a couple of poems inside, changing rhyme and scheme as it goes...