Driving in the Dark

I keep having this dream where I'm driving in the total darkness. I was discussing this with a friend, and she said that it had to mean something. Of course, I Googled it and found out that it meant that I am fearful of the future and what it holds.  The whole experience gave me an idea for the following poem.

Driving in the Dark 

Driving through the darkness,

No headlights to aid me,

I head toward the unknown.

My eyes are wide open,

But only a black sheet

Drapes my view.

I have no clue where I am steering

In this abyss that stands before me.

Uncertainty slams this windshield.

Am I moving toward destiny or disaster,

Fate or failure?

I must keep driving

To discover the answer.

Canon

After listening to Pachelbel's Canon in D Major I wrote this poem.

Canon

Notes drop like spring rain
On a tranquil pond,
Into a trickling stream
That beholds the harmony.
Cellos chant deeply,
Almost silently,
Beneath the chorus of violins.
The bows sweep sweetly
Over the tender strings
Like a feather in the breeze.
Each note answers the other
In passionate vows mingled together.
The crystal clear canon sings,
Romancing the nearest ears.

Words

I'm experimenting with form, and this is what I came up with.

Words 

My words

          Are too heavy

                    To be carried by the wind.

                             They crash to the ground

                                       And scream through

                                                The dead silence.

                                       I cannot articulate

                              These thoughts

                   That suppress me.

          I want my words to linger

And fly like the angels.

                              

Cool

I thought that this was a little different than my usual style. A pair of sunglasses inspired this poem.

Cool

You strut around

Trying to look cool.

Attempting to impress,

You’re only a fool. 

Take off those shades

And show your face.

Your air of confidence

Is seriously misplaced. 

Arrogance is your enemy,

Not your friend.

The way you wear it,

Will hurt you in the end.

Globe

I don't know how often I'll be able to post when school starts, so I'm posting often now.  I am going to try to inspire myself to write through this busy and insane school year. I'm being optimistic.  Anyway, I wrote this poem a long time ago. It's kind of dark, but a lot of my poem seem to go there.  It's not like my normal outgoing personality.

Globe

Fragmented in this sphere.

Suspended in the universe.

Echoes of endless ticking

Suffocated by hands

That control my existence.

Drowning in this whirlpool

Of self-inflicted wounds,

I grasp the preservation

Only to expire

In this river of labor.

Concrete Angels

I was inspired by photographs taken of angels that reminded me of cemetaries.

Concrete angels watch

As I pray on my knees

In the midday sun.

With my fingertip,

I trace etched names on marble,

Trying to feel loved ones again.

My memory unfolds to happy times

That comfort my heart.

Beyond the silence,

Bells toll in the distance.

Heaven hears me weep,

And its breezes dry my tears.

Even though I see no one,

I am aware that I’m not alone,

Wrapped in love.

The Writer

The Writer

The parchment

Only captures

Fragments of my thoughts,

But it clings to

All of the blood

That the pen

Wastes away

On barren white.

Tin Roof Blues

I was inspired by a shower to write this poem.  At first, I write it with no rhyme, and it didn't feel right. So I decided to trying a rhyming verse, and this is the result.

Tin Roof Blues

I get the blues when it rains,

Pitter patter on my rooftop.

The shower mades a song of its own

With the rap of every drop.

The curtain of rain

Falls gently on the street,

As drops dance in sync

On the steaming concrete.

Down from the rooftops,

Water flows and spills.

Excepts for the rain outside,

All is still.