The following poems are some of my first. During the summer between my freshman and sophmore year of college, I began to write poetry frequently. In this time I was experiencing a lot of difficulties. So, poetry became a type of cathargic form of expression in the situations I was going through. Though I don't believe these poems are in any way the best I've written, I believe these poems formed the foundation for my later pieces. Enjoy and amuse yourself with my immaturity.
Colors twirl
Light swirls
Bending, shifting
Movement mixing
Shards of colored glass
Keep moving pass
Up and down
All around
An eye without locus
Hands that change it's focus
-7/11/05
A mist descended on my path
And I dared not to pass
Grey cloud and shadow mourn
A deep thought like a storm
Rested haze
Did block my gaze
Looking for a thought of light
To end this morning trite
Eventually came
From the voice of His Name
And gave me ground to tread on.
-7/11/05
The moon with silver beam
Shown with pale light all seam'd
Reflected in a pool
During the time of Yule
Like cold and crystal glass
Did a light sparkle pass
And before me I saw my life
It's joy and strife
A sight that I wish I did not see
In the mirrored pool of cruel courtesy.
-7/12/05
A storm swelled the sky
Absorbed the sun well dry
Raindrops came, cold to kill
I could have sworn it broke the mill
Murdered everyone inside
Without leaving them a place to hide
Could it have washed them away?
Yes, I saw them the other day
Safely placed in their frames
-8/6/05
When lonely souls go oft to war
Much received and much forlorned
Do they hear whispers of good deeds?
Or hear the cries of their offspring?
Oh what reason do they wander for?
Seeking gold? Or treasure evermore?
Yet blind are those who with no show
They seek to reap
More black gold to keep
What will would keep them home
The wearied man, the endangered soul?
-11/17/05
You're more than welcome to poke, remark, and deconstruct my early verse. This period in my life was difficult and trying. I wrote at least 1,000 poems from summer of 2005 to summer of 2006. And none of them are worth much now.
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3 comments:
they're all worth something, Myron... would love to know how you feel revisiting them now... and I appreciate the insight into you...
If it's any concilation ('tho I don't really consider myself any sort of great poet), I have (ruthlessly?) tossed out countless poems I either didn't really feel were up to muster or dealt with very momentary occasions. One of the first things I wrote (on my blog) about poetry is that (mine) must be the truest expression I am capable of; that I want each poem I write to be the finest I can make it. Hence, in 2007, I wrote hundreds of poems, but only ten survive on the blog.
...which I guess means I write poems with an eye/ ear for perpetuity, not temporary expression. But then again, that's just me...
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