
Not much new this week, besides the fact that I've won the NaNoWriMo challenge! I wrote 143,886 words during the month of November, and yes it's an actual story, not just words put together for the sake of writing the largest amount of words possible. I have a chapter and the epilogue still to write, then I'll take a much-needed break and then will be going over the whole book again to revise it. I'm already thinking on a follow-up for it, too. My muse has been good to me these past month. Let's hope it remains that way. :)
Anyway, today I thought I'd share one of the poems I wrote. Let me know what you think.
Time passes by
A grunt, a shout
started it all,
then came a cry
and excitement.
This little life
gave you some wings;
watching it grow,
such joy, so sweet
Two clumsy hands
holding a book,
unsteady legs,
hammering feet,
mischievous eyes
and sincere smiles
blend with the laughs
that never die.
Time passes by,
mercilessly.
Steals life away,
won't bring it back.
Always onward,
never to stop,
with, in the end,
the memories.
Splash in the mud,
house in a tree,
paint on their hands,
songs in the wind.
A few more years,
carefree and bright;
then they take flight
and don't look back.
An empty room,
then two, then three;
they all grow up
and move away.
A silent house,
a house too big;
it feels empty
without the kids.
But soon again,
you hear the laughs,
you see the hands
grasping a branch.
Cries in the yard,
a fight, a shout.
They run to you;
it's story time.
Time passes by,
silent witness
of joys and pains,
fragments of life.
It cycles 'round,
takes you away;
but memories
are here to stay.
started it all,
then came a cry
and excitement.
This little life
gave you some wings;
watching it grow,
such joy, so sweet
Two clumsy hands
holding a book,
unsteady legs,
hammering feet,
mischievous eyes
and sincere smiles
blend with the laughs
that never die.
Time passes by,
mercilessly.
Steals life away,
won't bring it back.
Always onward,
never to stop,
with, in the end,
the memories.
Splash in the mud,
house in a tree,
paint on their hands,
songs in the wind.
A few more years,
carefree and bright;
then they take flight
and don't look back.
An empty room,
then two, then three;
they all grow up
and move away.
A silent house,
a house too big;
it feels empty
without the kids.
But soon again,
you hear the laughs,
you see the hands
grasping a branch.
Cries in the yard,
a fight, a shout.
They run to you;
it's story time.
Time passes by,
silent witness
of joys and pains,
fragments of life.
It cycles 'round,
takes you away;
but memories
are here to stay.
This poem is Copyright November 2006. All rights reserved. My work may not be reproduced, manipulated, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written consent. My work does not belong to the public domain...
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