Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
May 13th, 2010
Toil and trouble,
boil and bubble,
stirring the cauldron again.
Until it heats up,
bubbles over enough,
till I cant take any movin.
Once more around,
till I am bound<
to sleep because I’ve given up.
Its hot and its dirty,
I’m not even thirty,
why am I even writing this shmuck.
By Alice.
April 4th, 2010
The fabric soft.
The silence broken.
The air unstill.
The night unwritten.
By the dreams.
I knew were false.
but I held them close.
by and by
like unwound clocks.
His name was unremembered.
but his eyes I knew to be softly closed.
The hands of darkness
nightmares exposed.
I twisted through the water shadows.
gasping for my air.
but when my hand tried to find him.
He was never there.
May 10th, 2009
What is love?
To live, to die.
To weep, to cry.
What am I to you?
What am I to do?
I am yours.
Forevermore, I will adore.
Love is always there.
Take it if you dare.
I am here. You are there.
What more shall I bear?
For you it will be all.
I will still dream even when my eyes are open.
Keep me safe. I’m afraid.
…
But I will be strong.
It is all I can do. For now.
I love you.
May 8th, 2009
by Ruthann Logsdon Zaroff
Curiouser and curiouser the prose it did seem,
As day became night and the moon it did beam.
I huddled ’neath covers as white as the snow,
And my love for this tome did continue to grow.
With Rabbit and Dormouse and Hatter and Queen,
And White Knight and Cheshire Cat whose body unseen
Remained in my nightmares for nearly a year.
But yet there was more I learned I had to fear…
For then in the sequel appeared a most hideous
Beast indescribable, the mem’ry insidious!
I read the adventure, and each tick of the clock
Gave life to this beast, the famed Jabberwock!
With vorpal sword in hand the beamish boy
In bravery did slay, oh, what glee, ah, such joy!
Of an age I reflect as the decades have spanned
’tween now and my first reading of Alice and her Wonderland.
