Tuesday, February 10, 2009

A quick original poem

Sorry that the gaps have been growing longer between posts, but life has sped up and my internet access has diminished. Hopefully I'll be able to continue to post at least twice a week, though.
Once again, please let me know if there's anything you specifically are interested in hearing about on this blog; I'm happy to oblige. And hey, if I have a poem that applies, I'll post that too.
Thanks for the kind words about my last post's content. It's happy when people like my writing. Alright. Here's my poem. It speaks for itself. I wrote it in fall 2008.

There is a frustration, so much deeper

Than a missed shot

Or a stubbed toe.

There’s a deep emotion

That fills my mind

And steals my joy.

There’s no such thing

As a perfect day

Or a “best” friend.

I can’t find the way

To a glorious end,

A fulfilling search,

Or joyous days;

There is no comfort,

Save an exciting game

Or a stimulating conversation

With someone who

Really, actually, maybe,

Seems to care.


  1. oh yes.
    this one.
    I still like it.
    it's not a very happy thought one.
    but I think it's interesting.

  2. "Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    more than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
    are of imagination all compact.
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
    that is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
    sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
    The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rollingl
    doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to
    and as imagination bodies forth
    the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    turns them to shapes, and gives to aery nothing
    a local habitation and a name.
    Such tricks hath strong imagination,
    that if it would but apprehend some joy,
    it comprehends some bringer of that joy;
    or in the night, imagining some fear,
    how easy is a busy suppos'd a bear!"
    --lines 6-22, V.i. A Midsummer Night's Dream.