Uh oh! Here comes poetry!

Well, it has been over a month since my last post and I have not found time to write a new one (but my lack of time and motivation are fodder for a whole other blog post), so instead I will rely on something I've already written.

I'm terribly shy and embarrassed of basically everything I create artistically, be it photography music, painting, writing....the list goes on. And I think it stems from the fact that I am a very critical person. I guess the redeeming factor is at least I have the curtesy to be just as judgmental about my own art as I am about everyone else's.

That said, I am taking a deep breath and posting a poem I wrote a few years ago. After all, I minored in Writing. Better use it somehow.

Warning (especially to other grammar gremlins I met while earning said minor degree): THIS POEM ENDS ON A PREPOSITION



Making Time

I missed you so I took a minute
Emptied all the seconds in it
Filled it with this silly thing
Wrapped the words in twining string
Tied it to a full balloon
And watched it get too small too soon

Onward, upward, by and by
It starts to get too hot to fly
A little verse all warm and real
So carefully bound in stringy seal
Will sink back down and rest upon
It's leafy, earthy dénouement

And if a sad soul happens near
Let hope beg that he should adhere
To adages of yester-yore
(That all is fair in love and war
That finder's keeper, losers weep)
And wake it from its ribboned sleep

The wrapping felled, the twine pulled free
He'll read what's in the heart of me:
That everything I am is yours
And all there was of us endures
That time can pass and heights may grow
But love won't cower even so

He knows the words will not have found
The one to whom their author's bound
But holds them close against his breast
And swears to Love: "I'll love my best!"
He'll plan ahead, a day to come
To empty all the hours from