To write poetry or not to write poetry....

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

That is the question!! :D

I decided, finally, to post some of my creations!! I hope you all like them!


A Poem of Many Meanings

Perhaps by chance I have stumbled upon your beauty,
Softly nestled between two towering peaks.
But how have you come to be?
The air around you is much too cold,
Yet here you exist beneath the sun,
Warmth in every flower, brook, and sea.

Perhaps a thing conceived by my imagination,
Put here as a haven for me.
A place to escape cold, harsh reality
And soften the blow of the spoken word.

Perhaps, if I may, you are not what I make you to be at all.
For sometimes, in a beauty such as yours, there lies a trap.
A trap of unmistakeable innocence that is not innocent at all.
And yet here I am hovering near like a moth drawn to the flame.

Perhaps I read too much into your simple beauty,
Maybe you are exactly what I see and no more.
But somewhere in the deep, untouched pools of my heart,
there lies a feeling of unknowing trust.
A feeling of uncertain fear.
A feeling of unparalleled want.
And maybe,
Just maybe,
You are exactly what you are
And no more.

© Rachel Weatherby-1999

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

What is a Question

A question, hmm, a question.
It can be short or long,
Or it can be right or wrong,
Could it be stupid or smart?

What is a question?

Maybe it’s something you say when you’re confused,
Or maybe it could be totally blown out of proportion.
What about a statement?

What is a question?

I know,
It’s a mixed up thought looking for an answer.
Well, maybe a thing.
What do you think?

What is a question?

©Rachel Weatherby- 1996

I entered this one into a contest and it got published into those book things they try and make you buy if yours gets in there. LoL It IS nice to see my poem in print though. ;)

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

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My love, you are my life, my soul, my very breath.
A strength found not in me, but in you, that you give without knowing.
You are the sun which rises over my heart, awakening my love for you,
which continues to grow.
My heart is your forever, and yours mine.
Joined, will form a bond so strong that only hatred in its strongest, purest
form can break it.
Yet even if we have troubles, our love will prevail in the end.

©Rachel Weatherby- 1998

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

This poem was inspired by Anne McCaffrey’s The Dragonrider’s of Pern


Dragon Fight

Dragons ride,
Darkness nears,
People run, their hearts in fear.

The Red Star turns,
The silver rains fall,
Hide and cover, one and all.

Dragonriders
Come and fight,
Riders and dragons with all your might.

Sear the rain from the sky
As the Red Star passes by.

Victory won
For now, this day.
But the fight will come again,
Don’t run away.

©Rachel Weatherby- 2000

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

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The touch of love, the song of grace. An empty heart, an empty face.
A crying soul, a burning mind, all caused by the world unkind.

A whip of scorn, a brand of hate, a word of comfort come too late.
The song of tears come much too soon,
The words of hate dig deep wounds.

A young life gone much too fast,
The searing words, a killing blast.
Keep your valor, you might be next.
These preying demons, forever hexed.


Change

The fear of change, sometimes too much to bear.
Often going on with out a care.
Yet then you notice you are lost,
where to go. . . was it worth the cost?
Just think again, find your path,
Know your goal and where it’s at.
Try your best to see the way,
It’s your life, don’t let it fade away.

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

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[Weyrwoman Kalina]

Wow... 17 views and no comments? I'm hurt :ugg:

[queenrider melody]

Wow... 17 views and no comments? I'm hurt :ugg:
Some of us, like myself, prefer to give feedback to poetry and stories in the Writer's Feedback forum. So, I would suggest making a thread in there for your poetry feedback.

[Cavatica]

Wow... 17 views and no comments? I'm hurt :ugg:Don't feel bad; my thread's been up since May, with over 80 views, and I've gotten all of two comments on it. I think poetry just tends not to be as much of a thing with KTers as visual art and prose.

However, so I'm not just posting emptily, unhelpfully, and hypocritically, here's some feedback: I like all of your poems, but I think the first one is the strongest. This is possibly because rhyming poetry tends to not really be my thing, with the notable exceptions of specific poems and poets (including, but not limited to, Blake, Tennyson, Arnold, and Hughes). But "Many Meanings" feels the most honest to me, and ambiguous without being especially vague or confusing (quite to the contrary, in fact). Nice work. Keep writing!

[Bronze-Dragonrider]

Sorry Kalina, I didn't even know you'd posted these, I don't often venture into the poetry forum. But I really like these, you are very good with writing it, it seems to come straight from the heart. The rhyming ones don't feel constrained by the rhymes, but accentuated by it, you know how to use it well.

The Dragonriders one seems very much in the style of the ones written in the books :applause:

But the thing that really gets to me is that almost every one could make me shiver when I read them, the first especially. :heartbeat Please keep writing more, don't give up your talent!

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

Sorry Kalina, I didn't even know you'd posted these, I don't often venture into the poetry forum. But I really like these, you are very good with writing it, it seems to come straight from the heart. The rhyming ones don't feel constrained by the rhymes, but accentuated by it, you know how to use it well.

The Dragonriders one seems very much in the style of the ones written in the books :applause:

But the thing that really gets to me is that almost every one could make me shiver when I read them, the first especially. :heartbeat Please keep writing more, don't give up your talent!

Wow... really? :faint: Thank you! :hugs: I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about them! And most of the time when I write it's when I'm in a mood of one form or another... usually depressed. :roll: But it has it's uses it seems. :good:

And you think the Dragonriders one has the same feel as the ones in the books? I certainly didn't try for that to happen... but it's kinda cool to know that it came out that way!

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

I think I'll eventually move my poems into this one thread, but for now, here's one I forgot I'd even written!


By the grace of the star that rises with the crescent moon
Spare some of your graceful beauty for me.

When you shine upon the world
Your light is like a beacon
The calls to those who wish to escape--
to thos who desire more than this world.

It's a song
A call to the souls of those who feel lost.

Oh rising star
Shine some of your light on me
And bear me away.

[Weyrwoman Kalina]

Just combining my poems into one post... there's a new one in the post above this, however ;)



**

Where fore art thou beauty
But in thine eye to see
A secret born from heartache
The key thee gave to me

A song of hope and longing
Of wanting come to pass
The secret born from heartache
The trials made to last

In sadness was found a joy
One that was not clear
It showed you it was waiting
for the secret born from heartache
To release you from its fear.

Yet strength was in thy heart
And the will to go on strong
So the secret born from heartache
Will now not last so long

Another night a light shone through
To brighten a weary soul
To chase the secret born from heartache
And to away, make it go

You see the hope
You see the strength
From the light it was quite found
Through misery is came to thee
And showed it knew no bounds
It seeks to tell
That love can prove that anything can pass
That secret born from heartache
Was never meant to last.


**

The sweet night's gentle kiss
A whisper on the breeze
In the dark hours of the morning
A song flows from window to darkened window

Calling
Searching

In the dark hours of the morning
I sit awake and watch a candle flicker
The breeze through the open window brings wordless voices
A whisper in the night
The song of the restless and weary of heart

For all the calling
For all its searching
It has found me
And plays its song to my tired mind
A lullaby and sweet goodnight
A serenade of dreams

Yet now as it sings to me
I feel the world slip away
Fall
Darken
And in the last moments of conscious thought
It leaves me to fall
To dream
For who else is dreamless
Who else does sleep elude
Only the song in the night will know.

**


In a moonlit graveyard
I walk among the overgrown headstones of people passed
and wonder
"Will I be forgotten?"

Through a shadowed wood
I see a run-down house
Old and decayed and ask
"Will time ravage me so?"

Across the star strewn sky
A fleeting arc of light disappears over the horizon
and I think
"Is life so fleeting as a comet crossing the heavens?"

What is it for but a bookmark in time?
A dog-eared page in the annals of history?
A smear upon the granite slate that is the universe...

We are but one life
One soul
One mind in the whirlwind of the past and the uncertainty of the future
And in the end we will all be forgotten
Time will ravage our bodies
And life will remain as fleeting as a comet crossing the heavens.