January 2nd, 2009

drabble fairy

Poem: Cold Season Song

Not sure where this came from, but I have a tune in my head I can't quite place, and the words wrapped around it.  It's written very simply, but I like how it turned out.  Your mileage may vary.

Cold Season Song

She walked along the water,
she walked down by the sea,
a quiet lonely woman
and deep in pain was she.

She listened to the seabirds
who told her tales of woe,
she listened to the wind's song
which only told her no.

She watched the churning water
green and cold and deep,
she thought of what she wanted,
she thought of winter sleep.

The water offered answers
but not the road to walk,
the sunlight kissed her cheek then,
warming in its talk.

"Some friends are you," she whispered,
"to tell me this and that,"
and turning back the way she came
she went back to her flat.
  • Current Music
    Trip to Skye
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Poem: My Muse Went on Vacation

Dedicated to Cotton, who seems to be hiding from me today....

My muse went on vacation
and  took all my best thoughts
and all my favorite phrases,
and the bunnies with their plots,
she ran off with all the fluff stuff,
she ran off with the hero's sword--
she left me sitting here alone,
bemused and rather bored.

My muse went on vacation
To a sunny foreign clime,
and left me sitting here alone
without a word to rhyme,
She's laying on a beach somewhere
without a hint of snow,
and leaving me with winter's chill
and no place left to go.

My muse went on vacation -
I hope she's coming back
With a healthy tan, a rosy glow
and some fresh stuff to attack--
I miss her interaction,
how she drove me crazy mad,
how I teased her for the things she said
that came out rather bad.

But since my muse went on vacation
my writing's getting stale,
no smexy dancing dreams to write,
my words seem set on fail.
I promise not to tease her
if she'll only let me write -
O hurry home, bright redhaired girl,
or kiss career goodnight!
  • Current Music
    Someone Ate the Baby - Shel Silverstein
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