After a big debate over at
neontokyo's journal about the nature of poetry I decided just for kicks to dig up some of my older stuff that actually rhymes. The only piece I readily came across was this one that I wrote the summer of 1990. The rest of my stuff is buried somewhere in my desk...maybe I'll take the time to find it later.
The deep green foliage of the monolithic tree,
Spreads out over the water like a giant canopy.
The lake is serene and peaceful
While swooping in the sky
A graceful, lonely seagull
Seems to say just passing by
The tree has been there for may years,
The tree is big, beautiful, bold
And its branches many secrets hold.
The tree has seen many tears
The tree has seen many fears
And with its strong resistant air it wipes them all away
And fills people with hope to face another day.
My I was young, innocent, full of hope, and relatively un-scarred by the world back then, wasn't I? Of course I was also only 14. Oh my gosh I just realized that I wrote this half a life-time ago! I'm starting to feel age creeping up on me...I'm not old yet, but I feel like I'm starting to get there. :(