Ballade of Major Depressive Disorder
My generation does not hope, So many of our elders say. It deepens, like littoral slope, Enfeebles like a caustic spray. So much encouragement do they Declaim into cacophony: How we our future selves betray. ...
A Young Ballade, and Naive
The garden is in heavy bloom. Beneath serene cerulean sky The flowers leave not even room For hurried ants to scurry by. And even when they richly die Slow fruit shall swell where once they grew, Delightful both to taste and eye: But I would...
Rebirth
ballad gets a very interesting invitation to an even more interesting halloween party. costumes will be provided, and will turn out to be far more interesting then expected.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 12
Chapter 12: the ballad of siljna now understand when i tell you that the land as we know it has existed far longer than even the wolves. it has seen the forming of dark seas, and the thrust upward of land. and with land came bright spring green.
Ballade of Three Birds
#25 of poetry i used to write so many ballades, you guys. not ballads. ballades, it's a specific form. look up francois villon.
Tie with me
At night, when the dark descends And time seems to stop Alone with you, your smile your scent The closeness of you, the slow beat of your heart I feel you there, I feel your warmth It's late, time to go to bed Your paw holds mine...
Scattered Thundershowers This Afternoon
The forecast didn't call for principalities and powers. In toppling heaps of alabaster balanced overhead They hung, silently swelling, for apprehensive hours, Filled full with holy water and rejuvenating dread. Somebody called down judgment on...
Redacted Ballade
Once there was a pharaoh heir In Egypt-land, as preachers sing, Who thought it really wasn’t fair To praise his aunt for anything. Though swift and sharp may chisels ring, Hatshepsut’s name continueth Still heard. She still remains a king. ...
Memorial Ballade for West
The bruise under my fingernail remains Now two months and a half, since you are gone. You grazed me, panicking beneath your pains, With fangs I’d forced your medicine beyond. I heal, it seems. It seems I must live on. How long until I can no...
Ballade on Leavetaking
I saw a hilltop, years ago Half-toppled with continuous gust, And every time that breeze would blow- This is not boring you, I trust- The grass reached up in wanderlust For where the wind and I would track. My shoes still smell of that...
Ballade of the Recently Dispossessed
I planted apple trees between the shadow of the pines I lit the lanterns, scrubbed the sun-starved windows of their scum For aye, this house was emptiness, and this home would be mine But promises are lies and jests when truth with autumn comes. ...
Haunted Ballade
#30 of poetry when i wrote it this was entitled "ballade of the walking dead" but that's a title that's gonna be culturally unavailable for a decade or so yet.