On Poetry

Earlier work reprinted again, but I like to reference it often enough that it's worth reposting. This was from LJ, so I know that it was Wednesday, August 20, 2003 (aren't dates wonderful?) Combined rant/thought experiment.

The Youngest - Part One

And from January 2007! 

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a king, his loving queen, and his three lovely daughters. And the strange thing about these daughters was this: they had learned that the youngest of three sisters is bound to be the fairest, sweetest, wisest, and most fortunate, in turn binding her elder sisters to a life of jealous ill-nature and an unhappy end. The sisters thought this unfair, and so took it in turns to be the youngest, each in her turn becoming the jewel of the family while the other two contentedly awaited their turns and enjoyed being fair enough, sweet enough, wise enough, and fortunate enough. But their secret they told no one, for fear that the charm would break.

Let Grow

This is actually a song I wrote in the summer of 2007 - but I feel like posting it now. :)

So easy just to be
Content to always just be me
And just to say,
"I've always been, will always be that way."
But I'm content with less than your perfected plan
Content to be much smaller than your love and life demand

I'm learning to let grow
Dive into a brand-new life
I need to get to know
Leave my dreaming daze behind
I need to chase my dreams and live
For you, for me, I need to give
Let my smallness go
And let you grow...

So hard to be this way
Aching to change, but longing to stay
I need to see
How strange will this change be for me?
But I've already found that your unfolding plan
Can make much more of me than I yet can understand

I'm learning to let grow
Dive into a brand-new life
I need to get to know
Leave my dreaming daze behind
I need to chase my dreams and live
For you, for me, I need to give
Let my smallness go
And let you grow...

However I've fallen, if you say to fly
I'll follow the call and I'll take to the sky

So easy to forget
That I may be small, and yet
To limit you
Would be more than my limits can do
To bind you to my poor inadequacy
Is limiting you in unlimiting me

I'm learning to let grow
Dive into a brand-new life
I need to get to know
Leave my dreaming daze behind
I need to chase my dreams and live
For you, for me, I need to give
Let my smallness go
And let you grow...

A Tiend to Earth

(In response to the Writing Excuses S3 Ep18 prompt.)

And now he sleeps. She caresses his cheek briefly, wondering. Seven years they have been lovers; seven years he hath dwelt in Faerie. The time is almost through. Her heart wrenches at the thought: soon all will be undone.

For the Muse of Uninspiration

Hello! And welcome to my third blog! This is to encourage me to record my stories and poems, when the muse strikes. However, in recognition of the muse that comes to me most often, I start with an old poem of mine:

For The Muse of Uninspiration --
Be cursed, cruel Muse!
Your sisters never
Tormented a supplicant so.
You still abuse -
You hinder ever,
Sentencing us poor souls to woe.
Memory's child
By faithless Zeus,
Your sisters would succor and teach;
But you, reviled,
Have found your use
Removing art from artist's reach.
Faithless eldest,
Man you spurned.
-- The Greeks refused to give you name --
Knowing best
There's none you earned:
Absence, not presence, your domain.
Americans
In our conceit
Forget this silence meant to mock.
Our stilled pens
Will readily greet
And dub thee, dread muse, "Writer's Block".