Inspiration

I decided to quit being so shy,
and posted Autumn's Fire, though it's the middle of winter^_^;.
Keep in mind, I wrote this when I was 10 years old,
and just thought it deserved a place on my page
because I remember how proud I was of it.

~Autumn's Fire

Summer is gone like a song on the sky,
set afloat by angel's fingers.

I feel very sad though I don't know why;
with autumn and all it's singers.

Autumn the season of fire and song,
when her blood blesses the very stars.

When the elf and the fey dance all night long,
and cherish the bloodstone Mars.

Dancing along the autumn leaf,
the colors are borrowed from fire.

Orange as the orangest fairy wreath,
it reaches the heavens and higher.

Then there is gold of the boldest kinds,
found in the core of the sun.

Then there is red like the blood that binds,
autumn to her winter son.

Ta da!

This is a little something
I wrote when
I was in 6th grade. As an assignment,
I was to right a poem about a dragon of some kind...

~Dishonesty
Its lair--the cracks and crevices of temptation.
Its carrion the weak and guilty conscience.
This dragon descends upon you with elation;
Its silent wings will give you no alarm.

To those who bear it, it is small and white;
Its flame a harmless tendril, fleet and wan.
To those who feel it it's a great black fright;
Its flame to scorch their trust as black as night.

This dragon hoards the result of its malice;
A heap of blackened hearts and frozen tears.
It drinks the loss that fills its blood red chalice
Of those betrayed and those who'll be so still.

This dragon lurks within darkness of mind;
Its countenance so evil, filled with sin
A greater foe I doubt that you will find,
In human heart and strength and soul and mind.

Those shining specters of the purest lights,
Our conscience that bears the star of truth,
Avenging angels clad as silver knights
Will see the dragon slain in all our hearts.

This ancient beast that rose 'neath demon's eye,
To battle one's own judgement that is true,
This great monster that shadows earth and sky
Scholars of old times named this fiend a lie.

by michelle clark
november 1997

Forgive my melodrama,
I lie myself sometimes and I know
a lie's not really that bad. ^^;

For your reading enjoyment, three haiku's I wrote. ^_^
My first tries at the style, and I like them.

~Dawn
Translucent the dawn,
A newborn child, gold in hue,
Miracle of light.

~Disease
Green, the little deaths,
Saddest parody of life.
Live in hope’s gray husk.

~Death
Rose warm the silence,
Warm the spreading... lapping life.
Cold the mocking death.

~Flumen
Russet and tearless, victim of Hyperion
am I
She licks away my pain but cannot touch my soul,
forever dry
In my mother's gentle hands
am I
as I drink from beyond the world.
Plena.
No longer without comfort
am I.

:Blink: It's a clay pot... you know, being dipped into a river? :crickets chirping: Oh, don't mind me, I've got Rome on the brain.

~Stars of the Land
The darkness bows and shrinks, ashamed
Before their tiny light.
The stars wink out in servitude,
The lands may have this night.

Now eagerly, with strength of heart,
The children of the earth
As did Maria, long ago
to a miracle give birth.

One by one, about the world,
A million flames alight.
A million tiny candles,
Burst forth to greet God's night.

His sheep who keep this special time
A beacon in their hearts,
Now show their love, in firey form,
And a million tiny parts.

There we go J.
It's a religious poem, about Christmas.
The inspiration came from those candles in the windows that are really popular in my neighborhood this year.

~Twelve
Bettering yourself
for the watching eyes of the clock.
Glitz, glammer, and jazz
For the expressionless countenance of the timepeice.
Silver gentry and champagne colored skies,
reaching for the climatic strike of time's hand.
Dance and pray and make your peace,
As human time fills humankind
With a sort of madness.
With a sort of black tie adrenaline.
With a sort of joy.

This is one of those poems that don't rhyme.
I write the rhyming kind more often -I'll probably always be a kid that way-
but I think this style better suits the occasion:)

~Numb Fingers Can't help themselves
Icy Fun
Numb Fingers Can't help themselves
Childhood cotton
Freezing Candy
What can we do with it?
Numb Fingers Can't help themselves
Pleasing Shapes walk among us
Angels in the
Childhood Cotton
Freezing Candy
Numb Fingers Can't help themselves
Pugnacious Child, flinging White
Laughter, can't help myself
Numb Fingers Can't help themselves
Taste it
Gone like cotton candy
Touch it, full of wonder
Love it forever
and ever
even as
Numb Fingers Can't help themselves
in snow.

I wrote that as quickly as possible, to catch the childlike nature of playing in the snow.
I hope it sounded fun, like I intended it to.
And yes, I'm still psyched over that snow day I got Thursday ^^;;;.

~I'm Ready
now i sing without a voice
watch me paint my eyes tight shut
without legs i race away i dare the wind to catch me there
see me smell without my nose
listen closely; need no ears
and i feel and understand there is no touch beneath my skin
bittersweet upon no tongue
as i fly without the wings
as you laugh without the smile
so i write without the means

That was something I wrote to jumpstart me out of poets block.

~Do as I Do
Do as I do
Follow closely
I'll take care of you
I swear

Watch my eyes
You see, I must watch yours
As two watch the skies
Observe

Hold my hand
Now I am holding yours
So we both land
Of course

Listen closely
We both must hear the words
Like understanding, ghostly
Night creeps

Smell the air
And so I smell it too
Of course it brings me there
Be patient

Smile at me
And I must smile at you
They now can surely see
We're two

Please take wind
I cannot bear to fly
Without an end
For you

This is kinda about eternal closeness between two people. Platonic? Read it as you like ^_^