Poetry of SP1

[SP1]

Well, SP1 doesn't stand for Seriously Poetic One, but after discussing this with Anna Mae, I suppose it's time to start a thread for my stuff.

Here are two from the archives of my youth:

Flying

Flying
High
Like an eagle
Soaring
Among the clouds

But wait
Look
Far below
A world
Too busy to notice me.


Time

Time, it has occurred to me,
Is so much more than we can see.
It carries on throughout our lives,
Further, and further and further we strive
To catch a glimpse of time anew
But see it, old and gray, when we finally do.
For to reach time is to stand on a line
With both ends extending forever...in time.


It helps to read Time while playing The Moody Blues' Threshold of a Dream in the background.

[creed4]

There okay, Is that how you wrote time?
I will sometimes use a tune when I'm writing poems

[SP1]

I listened to this album (yep, that's what is was, 33-1/3 rpm of vinyl) incessantly during the period I wrote time. It has a similar cadence to what The Moody Blues sometimes included on their albums (including, also, In Search of the Lost Chord).

[Althaia]

daddy include that hiaku that you made up that i really likey XD \o.o/

[Magekind]

Flying sounds almost like a piece of Walking In The Air song from the Celtic Woman album.

[SP1]

Flying sounds almost like a piece of Walking In The Air song from the Celtic Woman album.

I wrote Flying in 1978. Who was first, me or Celtic Woman?

[SP1]

Hmm, well that is sort of about an "un" natural place, so I'm not sure if it qualifies as 100% traditional Haiku or not.


Rancid, fetid sky
O're and o'er again I cry
Why did I spurn Him?

[SP1]

WARNING! MILD LANGUAGE IN THIS ONE!

I envision this piece as a song. Like a male solo from a Broadway musical.

[SP1]

We live in a world of sin.
All around us, consuming, driving.
So common-place.
Like a sea.
To some, not even sin, just life normal.

"Lift up your head," says Jesus.
"Look at me, and lift up your head."
We are drowning.
If we but look up, stand up,
We clear the sea of sin just a bit.
It's obvious then, where we are.
We can look around.
See how sin affects others.
See where we can go.
See beauty, some close, some far off.
A world lit from above.
And we thought it just a black pond.
Our sea of sin just veiled it all.
But now we know how to part that water,
And see our Savior's light.

SP1 11/23/07

[SP1]

A recent set of events on a chat led to this one.


This tree is old and weak.
Many days patterned in that twisted trunk.
My brother and I must bring it down;
Storms will be coming.

The axe bites deep, but this takes so long.
Long enough to forget the tree, the axe…
I remember Sarah, laughing in the sunset,
So far away now.

My brother runs, but I cannot.
The limbs hold me fast,
And that old tree falls, no longer weak,
But far stronger than my body.
Oh God, this is it isn’t it?
Where is my Sarah?

The trunk crashes to the ground
But rolls beside me,
Still pinned, but I live.
Looking out through the branches
I see the sun setting oh so far away
And there is Sarah, laughing.