So we've been doing poetry the last couple of weeks in my literature class at a home school co-op that I go to on Tuesdays. I've always loved and adored poetry, but never thought I could write any. Well thanks to Mrs. McNeely, I have recently found out that I can write poetry. lol Thanks. :) So I'm going to share with you some poetry that I have written, and some that I have found on the good ol' Internet that I REALLY like. The first one is a free verse poem that I found that absolutely took me to a magical place when I read it *smiles*, and the second one is a sonnet that I wrote. I'll add some more sooner or later.
One Thousand Stars
Tonight, when the wheels of yesterday have creaked haltingly to a stop, but before the bright chariot of tomorrow arrives, I will wander out beyond the confined box of my bedroom and run to the hammock, painted in shadowy hues by the soft brush of midnight.
Lying there, feeling the silent energies of growing plants and the soft yearning for light, one thousand stars will fall out of the sky, and land on my outstretched feet.
I will let them glimmer there for a moment, imagining I have the anklets and toe rings of Orion, and diamond slippers illuminated with light, and then I will get up slowly and tiptoe across the lawn, balancing on the drops of dew still forming in the darkness.
Creeping soundlessly, I will walk seven and three-fourths times around the world for good luck, and while I am out I will discover there are others walking too, people who escaped from crowded apartments and bamboo huts and city ghettos, but are all, really, just like me.
We will stand in the wide wet spaces between continents, letting our shining feet drag across the moonless surface of the seas, and then suddenly begin to play a game of soccer, all as one team, kicking up stars with our toes, and watching them soar in a bright blinking arc into the ceiling of the heavens, until each of us has only one glimmering star left on each toe, and we must all sprint back to our homes to live our somber lives, each quietly smiling, awaiting tomorrow night.
A Sonnet on the Sky
What is it about the sky that gets me?
Is it the big white clouds that flow along?
Their big puffy whiteness, moving so free?
Or the dark stormy ones? So big, so strong.
Or maybe it's the wonderful colors,
The peaceful blue that just doesn't fit,
Over this crazy world that it hovers.
Or the ones at sunset, so brightly lit?
No, I think it's mostly that stars at night,
As they shimmer and shine, they watch our lives,
Against the darkness they just look so white.
Like small holes from the heavens, cut by knives.
What is it about the sky that gets me?
The stars I say, they make my soul feel free.
