One Fleeting Moment

(A ballad. I must say, I hate ballads. Hate them. Never again.) (Watch me become a ballad writer...)

Rain drops pit pat on roof, waving
flowers, a steady drum beat,
a band of trees shaking in wind,
upset at the heating

of a Great Sun, misbehaving
children tossing some sweets
into air, daisies falling blind,
torn apart by cheating

hands, left alone, darkness caving
in, clouds hiding the wheat
miles away, midnight moon twined
in fog in moment's fleet.

I Knew You Were Trouble- Taylor Swift

I knew you were trouble when you walked in so shame on me now.

Black Rose

Grown out from the ground, white as the snow capped blanket of ice,
tiny petals reaching out into the world, spikey thorns only now grappling
with the real world as the sun beat down on its back.

But the sun tanned its petals, a deep crimson blush enveloping
the delicate stem, an elegance falling over the sky,
an air kiss to the rain as it satisfied its thirst.

The rain clouds turned dark, storms taking over,
the midnight universe shadowing the petals, the blackest black
taking over, trying to beat down the rose.

But it held still and strong, refusing to bow down to the power
of the tornado overhead. Rebellion, the Roisin Dubh, 
surviving while the other flowers submitted or died.

Nerd Love

(A sonnet.)

We have always been touch and go, leaning
in, lips almost kissing, hands and fingers
interlaced yet pulled away, dark eyes seeming
to speak volumes of great love which lingers.
We flinch and fiddle, dance around the defining
of the relationship, instead seeing
Star Wars and cuddling tight, us refining
what we know, cater to each other's needs.
It is a coy night filled with video games,
helping each other with quests of the heart,
battling the monsters that are not so lame,
but never back to back, always apart.
But when the monsters are dead, your eyes smile
and as we kiss, it is all very worthwhile.

Break

(A cinquain.)

Stronger
than before I
run through scattered puddles
legs churning, stretching, finally
freedom.

Winter Day Run

Lacing up, sneakers touch half wet pavement
with its puddles sprinkling the path, snow
patches rising along the sidewalk.
Beats settle in the ear as left and then right
foot pads the cement. Pace quickens,
feet leaving the ground, head high
dodging the deepest lakes, but splashing
through the tiny pools. Fluid motion
from tip of the head to the tiniest toe
braid snaking out the base of neck.
Tension dissolves, muscles warm
enough to melt the road. Flying.

Fitcher's Bird Speaks

(This is a poem in trochaic tetrameter based off Grimm's Fairy Tale of Fitcher's Bird.)

You can never trust a beggar.
I knew he was a bad man.
So when he came to carry me off,
I had learned from her mistakes.

A bright pearl egg, such a simple
thing to give, but I left it there,
brought home my sisters and left
him to die a firey death.

He had fallen for my clever
trick, carried them to safety and
I, in my magnificance, stood
proud, a bird, confident in my

costume, the skull in the window,
honey and feathers stuck to my
naked skin, a mark of pride,
I watched you and your friends burn.

Deep Silence

It lays at the bottom of the ocean, a midnight blue blanket
tucked in close over the low lying fish. It pats down
the vicious waves, calms the storm wrecked.

It sparkles in the evening sky as the stars
take their rightful throne in the black. It is the full moon
gazing down upon the hill of the valley

where rainbows of flowers wave their petals
in the soft spring wind, the blades of grass
whispering their peace, gossiping

in the slight pitter patter of rain as it treds
on the small splotches of pavement with its blue,
yellow, and red playground markings.

It is the silence that settles in my heart
as the calm after the storm has rested.

Arrow Fly

It whizzes through the sky, catching wind, feather flying
as its thin wood bites the air, its vicious neck
digging into the heart of the living.

Its flight is innocent in nature, seeming so light,
so careless. But truly it destroys, pierces
and kills, the life slowly dragged out of its prey.

When one door closes

(A poem about an ending written in 10-20 lines completely in blank verse.)


A black cap, a golden tassel waving,
heels clicking across a silver stage,
diploma in hand, the end of an era.

A shiny new key swaying on a circle,
car door slamming, boxes piled to the
ceiling, front door closes, left alone at

last. A fresh job, more faces to learn,
big girl clothes, reporter notes scribbled.
No more frat parties, drinks, games and stupid.

But as the front door closes, the world is silent.
Sucking in deep breathes, calming the nerves.
Free and on my own at last, the door opens.

Heart Guardian

It sat on my heart, slowly beating its steady drum
setting brick by brick, sealing with mortar
caging in the noisy beast, teaching it silence.

She stood guard outside the stronghold
sword ready, shield balanced on forearm
gazing into the distance, watching for him.

But not only him posed a threat, hawk eyes
prepared to dodge the piercing arrows
as they try to strike the cage, red blood

spilling over. The Guardian knew better.
She struck first, slicing the wooden shafts
in half, splintering their sides. They were not good

enough to get past the Guardian, for she could hear
the quiet wisp of an arrow through wind,
the stone heads attempting to burrow into flesh.

She saw him in the distance, crouched for an attack,
but as he ran, legs churning, she braced her shield,
drew her sword, and charged.