This is a more ambiguous poem about the nature of promise.
Tag: life
Nothing Else Matters
This is a poem that I just wrote while listening to the Game of Thrones track "Light of the Seven" along with a rain and thunder video playing simultaneously. It is written indirectly about one of the characters in the show.
Burden I Am Become
This is a poem about an apparent loss of love for both God and Mother Nature in our society.
Hit List
This is a poem I wrote with a quickly paced rhyme scheme and lyrics about being torn bewteen self-deprication and the desire for self-love.
Be My Merry Maiden
This is a poem featured as a song in my upcoming novel. In the world of Troika, it is an old traditional love ballad, though the lyrics are not as romantic as the way it is sung.
Fire, Cruel Mistress (With a Golden Cross We Stand)
This is a poem written about the fire that took place at the historic Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. I saw a photo taken in the aftermath of a golden cross unscaved, and subsequently saw a video of the beautiful harmonies of the people singing at the vigil in the streets the next day. Even as our world burns, Mother Mary, Our Lady, Notre Dame, still stands.
Dearest Dale
This is a poem written for my beautiful, beloved boy, Dale. Dale passed along today to the floral skies after a decade of our friendship and he will be dearly missed for his silly antics, soft fur, and good spirit.
Promise Made, Promise Kept
This is one of the shortest poems that I've ever written, but I didn't think anything else needed to be said for it to be complete.
Waltz of the Winter Wolves
This is a poem that I started a few weeks ago as I was driving home from work in the middle of the day. There is a large lake next to the highway and it was frozen over and covered in snow and I saw two gray wolves running around together on the ice and thought it was oddly beautiful.
Stingray: Session I
This is a poem that I wrote in the tattoo parlor as I waited anxiously right before getting my first tattoo yesterday. It is about half done, in three weeks I will get the other elements and color added, and I will try to write a second poem before that. The poem is about how getting a tattoo along with losing weight is a fresh start and a new me, and references an older poem I wrote "Centerpiece", contradicting how I used to feel since now I have confidence and am ready to be put on display, so to speak.
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