This Poet’s Pen

one day this poet’s pen will cease to write
the well of ink within it will run dry
no more black ink upon this page of white
that day I’ll lay this pen down with a sigh

one day this pen won’t have the strength to rhyme
it won’t write metaphors or metric feet
I do not know the day nor know the time
its ink will cease to flow upon this sheet

I simply know that this is what will be:
the day will come to lay aside this pen
what lies beyond that moment, who can see?
but somehow I am sure I’ll write again

for then a pen of endless ink I’ll hold
to write my poems upon the streets of gold

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A river flowed here once

A river flowed here once. Swift, some seasons
and some times more of a trickle – but yet
always it flowed. Birds came, with good reason
for it was full of fish. I’d see them get
one after another until they could
barely fly. Trees grew there too – mostly birch
with bark that would peel off – yielding a good
kindling for bonfires. And you need search
no further than that river in fall to
see the most beautiful oranges and reds
when the leaves changed colour. Each day was new:
from when we rose to when we found our beds

But dry seasons came (as dry seasons must)
Once there was a river. Now there is dust.

~~

Sharing with dVerse Poets’ Pub for Open Link Night. It’s been a while since I’ve been there…time to go back!

napowrimo 2018 – day 28

Although I’d said the bridge could stay
I asked how one could stop the night
He said, “a bridge, for I’M the Way,
and as for dark? I AM the light!”

“your former wall that touched the sky
would sooner harm than save your soul
for it was built upon the lie
that earthly things could make you whole”

“your wall was built on naught but chalk
and blocked not dark, but stopped the dawn
This bridge is built on solid rock
for I’M the rock it’s built upon

though now I might face fear and strife
Christ’s bridge has brought eternal Life

~~

my last two sonnets began a story, but I felt that the story remained incomplete. The story is still, perhaps, not complete, but I think that in these concluding 14 lines, I have more clearly said what was merely metaphor in the previous 2 sonnets.

napowrimo 2018 – day 27

my wall was now a crumbled mess
and to the world I was exposed
I thought that somehow I was less
“I must rebuild it” I supposed

but now, I thought, I’d try to find
a mason who could build the wall
to greater heights – a wall refined
and strong so it would never fall!

I found a man both kind and wise
who knew the craft – just o’er the ridge
He said, “a wall you would despise
so let me build, instead, a bridge!”

I had some doubts, I must confess
but with that bridge, I’m truly blessed

~~

off prompt again for napowrimo. Today’s sonnet forms a sequel to the sonnet I wrote yesterday.

napowrimo 2018 – day 26

day by day and year by year
I built a wall up stone by stone
each layer made that wall more dear
though I was weary to the bone

a wall to keep my loved ones near
to keep at bay the things that harm
to drive away the things of fear
and there I dwelt both safe and warm

but then one day I found a chink
a crack within my mighty wall
and quicker than a single blink
I saw the stones begin to fall

because in me I placed my trust
my fortress crumbled into dust

~~

for napowrimo.net (not on prompt today)

napowrimo 2018 – day 17

ONCE UPON A TIME

once upon a time when I was young
when dragons still were seen upon the land
when songs of deeds heroic still were sung
when men with morals weren’t afraid to stand

once upon a time so long ago
when kings and queens had power still to rule
when children trusted elders still to know
when we were still allowed to mock the fool

once upon a time I still recall
when magic was not slight of hand but real
when archers still stood guard upon the wall
when I was still a child filled with zeal

once upon a time long passed away
my mind would often wander, often stray

~~

Today’s prompt at napowrimo.net is to write a family anecdote. I’m not sure if this really qualifies…although as a child, I did have an over-active imagination…so this might be an anecdote of some of the things I saw as a kid. To be honest, my imagination has not settled down all that much 🙂

Napowrimo 2018 – day 15

BOWSER’S LAMENT

Why am I so misunderstood
And seen as foul by my foes?
I fight for love. Is that not good
I love my princess, goodness knows!

I’m but a lowly Koopa King
Don’t I deserve to woo Ms. Peach?
I’d give to her a lovely ring
But when I try, oh how she’ll screech

That Mario, Luigi too
Both try their best to keep me down
And though my love is just and true
Their med’ling causes me to frown

So when I see them on a romp
I’ll finish them with one big stomp!

~~

At napowrimo.net, the prompt today is to show the humanity of a villain, but also to show that they are still villainous.