Original Poems III

Type 1.) Terzanelle

The Tree

A tree, a huge weeping willow,
spreading it's wings across the yard,
it's leaves lie as a pillow.

Many a generation that scarred,
yet it stays strong,
spreading it's wings across the yard.

The Blue Jays nest, singing their song,
taking bits and pieces to make their home,
yet it stays strong.

The Ravens arrive at gloam,
with the light waning,
taking bits and pieces to make their home.

A child straining,
to reach the top,
with the light waning.

Continuing nonstop,
a tree, a huge weeping willow,
to reach the top,
it's leaves lie as a pillow.

Type 2.) Springboard Poem

The Time is Right

The time is right for a change.
For something to give,
to break open,
as a fledgling pecking
the shell falling away.

The time is right for a fresh start.
In a place of different
and contemporary.
With people, unlike those
you've known, yet
still so similar.

The time is right for a new beginning,
away from the past
that seems to follow you
around, everywhere, no matter how
you try to run from it.
Creeping in, hiding in the shadows.

The time is right for a change.


Type 3.) Stream of Consciousness

Song

Listening to music
Music makes up the soul
Soul-lifting are those places of dissonance
Dissonance can make a song so much better
Better musicians are more in tune
Tune is another word for song
Song is to what I am listening