Date: 05.01.2008
Time: 9:15 p.m.
He would soar on his feet
Under every sun
He would fly with the breeze
Till his feet wouldn’t run,
Wake up every day
With a fresh fantasy
To live out dreamily
Till his mind gave away.
Staring at the wild trees
With their arms open wide
Solitude, a release
From the lingering tide,
That fought to sweep away
Along with yonder herd
Of foolish grazing men
He’d rather be a bird.
His wingspan eclipsed hope
And the darkening sun
Leaping from dawn to dusk
Quirky game to be won,
’Gainst the hovering horde
Where each replicated
In image and stated
Soulless cretins that roared.
And he walked by alone
Caring not for their ways
While he slept nights in peace
Feeling liberty’s rays,
Falling soft on his face
Calm and utterly bathed
In moonlight that made it
Winsome while the eyes played.
Fetid parasites shunned
During labyrinthine walk
As he discovered life
Beyond glorious talk,
That dreams innovation
Forging a future strong
No revolution wrong
Alone with creation.
End: 10:10 p.m.
10 comments:
Well, this is my first attempt at consciously writing what can loosely be called poetry. Yes, writer's block does make people rather desperate.
Since I took almost an hour writing this rot, I would like to point out that every line has six syllables and there's a certain rhyming pattern too.
Oh well, at least I managed some rubbish.
brilliance.
its very good
its not rubbish duh!!
it be extremely well written
To wake up every day with a fresh fantasy. You write amazing poetry! No really. Surreal.
Nice to see that you have DON'T PANIC placards pasted all over. :P
six syllables in every line, phew that must have taken some effort...hey sometimes you just gotta let it go, if you have to work at writing poetry, the taps of imagination are blocked somewhere :P
ah never mind me, whatever rocks your boat ;)
BTW Is this poem about Icarus and his daddy? :)
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I didnt get some of the metaphors but what i was that it had a lot less turmoil and violence than your poems normally do.A good effort..
Ah! Constructed poetry. Technical nicety.
And that struck some obscure chord in mine heart.
Also, I must agree with Nothingman. It does seem to be connected faintly with the Greek tragedy of Daedalus and his purple son. {If you didn't get the "purple" joke, here's to Japanese free 3D games :P}
Lucid Darkness: Stop showing off and shut up. :P
Gypsy: Merci.
Bricky: Thank you.
BDC: Thank you.
Luci: Really? :P I had no idea.
Nothingman: It isn't my usual writing mode. I was very bored. So well. I'd prefer letting myself go anyday. Still, setting a challenge sort of gave me a bit of motivation to write.
And no, it isn't. :P
Baron: Thanks. But less violence, you say? Damn. :P Seems like I'm losing my touch. *Must get back to violence and turmoil* Hehehehe.
Kaz: Yes, constructed. Gah. I despise writer's block.
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