Some Poetry

Here are some quick poems I jotted down during Intro to Literary Studies:

1. Hush

Do not speak of this,

Do not talk,

Not even a willow whisper

Even when the ice-house wind blows

Through your shallow skin.

Do not speak of this,

It shall be shunned

To talk of this which happened,

To mutter, argue, filibuster

Upon such things that shouldn’t be.

But do not forget,

How now this is folly

To think that the dark chill

Should be foreign to your neck

Yet, do not speak of this.

2. Black Mask

Black mask,

Sketched in white with horns,

Pronged or straight or uniform,

Empty sockets lacking eyes

To see me in my current state,

Though it makes no difference

If I were young or old,

Stil upon your sight, fright would take hold.

Perhaps it is just the fear

That finally calls you near,

For I confess, I’ve always seen

You sketched in white

Upon the pages of my dreams and of my life,

Black mask,

Sketched in white with horns,

I shall not fear thee longer, bother me no more.

3. Sensibility

A heart with an arrow through it?

I doubt that means much in luck,

Who’d want a perfect blow

From any archer’s well-trained bow?

I’d prefer to go unscathed

By any archer’s wicked ways.

So that I may skip about,

Dance and sing and dream and shout,

No I’ll keep all arrows out

Of me, and above all, my heart,

Do as you like, I’ll have no part.

4. Laureate

A simple sonnet I here shall write,

For I am a God, with such ease

My pen flows quick just to tease

You as you struggle with same-named plight.

Ah, Petrarch, I do believe

That your genius is diminished by my skill,

For in a second with my ink and quill,

I create a five-second sonnet I just conceived.

When I’m buried in the abbey,

And all writers shed a tear,

Don’t be flushed for this joke,

For though my sonnet’s are not shabby,

My epigrams are far better and more dear,

Thus Petrarch do not lament, I jest more at Pope!

These aren’t so emotion filled as my past ones, probably because I”m trying to right more about things in life and actual substantial objects, just to see what will happen.