This is the first poem I wrote (unless you count first grade!), in tenth grade for an English assignment. Surprisingly, it won a small place in an anthology book that I submitted it to.
The night that often lies in dark,
alight by not a single star.
Instead a warning, crescent doom,
shines down on the water in a silvery spoon.
The gentle ripples it causes to stir,
a glistening spark, a death-like lure.
Once silent and forgotten this frozen faced stare,
it comes yet again to bring all that it bears.
The radiant shimmer that dances as rain,
brings down soft spoken tones that add to the pain.
Of daybreaks and sunsets that long have been read,
the days are foreclosing, its time for an end.
Glorious, mystic, evil and true,
this all around beauty is that of the moon.
Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Weathered
This is a poem I wrote alllll the way back (okay, it's not actually that far to go) when I was in tenth grade.
Me is a complicated thing. Sometimes it's as though it's cloudy; escalading through my soul in flowing folds of many layers. Hard to peel back the sheets to take a peek at what's behind. Difficult to connect. Some days, I'm snowing.
Floating with gentle lightness about the day; not caring where I land or how long I stay there for. Happy to just be and whiten life. My wind comes with it; bending everything around me to be the way I like and with just the right measure.
Best to be careful when stormy weather is near. My voice reeling with thunder as the lightening strikes all about; the fury of the storm raging inside my head. Always up and down like the earth. Sunny times are ahead; everyone running out to take part of the fun. Energy surges through me and I feel up to any challenge.
My rain is what I like best; running about in it and getting soaked to the bone. Feeling free and unaffected by the world around me; moving to my own set beat. It can change from fast to slow, slow to fast. The constant rush I get as I explore something for the first time; invigorating. In a way, I'm part of nature, changing every day to create a new experience.
Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.
Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.
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