Poems from lilac-skies
Hi there! Nice of you to pop in. :) I'm wouldn't consider myself much of a poet, but I love writing and have been experimenting with different styles. My favorite media is short stories but unfortunately you won't be able to read any of them here. I've been thinking about converting some of them into poems, though, like a sort of ballad. My poem Under The Willow Tree is going in that direction. My poem La caida de la luna llena is in Spanish and another of my experiments. I'm trying to figure out which language I'm best at expressing myself in...
Outside, it was miserable and rainy:
A cold day in November.
I held the photo against the lamp
On a dark day in November.
It was old,...
The castle stands stoic on the hill;
The town has sprouted through the centuries around it.
In the cobbled courtyard, merchants come to...
Quiet,
Absolute quiet.
I can hear my own breaths and my own heart beating,
And the faraway singing of the mountains--
The sweetest lullaby...
Train rumbles eastward
Rain in the darkness falling
Cold windows and hands
I read a book about a girl named Zazoo
But maybe that girl was me.
She made poems as she rowed a boat in a canal
And watched for her sad...