Actually... These are what I get for listening to music... songs seem to serve as positive inspiration, but not necessarily positive results. At least no such results are coming by my own hands, anyway. I think. I'm just not sure what it is that makes “poetry” poetry at the moment. I just try and write something to capture and convey a momentary glimpse of something powerful in image and spirit.
Danger by Moonlight
Retreating Fleece
A scream in the dark
When the hounds fall
No one will know at all.
Accursed Lone Wolf
A shard of light.
A glimpse left out.
The Midnight Runner
Hero or Villain?
Iridescence
A well of great depth
Light full of fearsome power
One falling droplet
The Mechanization
A voice of molasses
Two legs of balsa
Three eyes of crystal
Four teeth of steel.
A fifth of pure water
Six fingers on fire
Seven is heaven's grace
Eight directions are blocked
Nine..... nein escape.
The last one is mainly inspired by listening to The Protomen too much. Don't ask how I leapt from a Theatre version of Mega Man to a mechanization of pure evil though unless you really don't get it. I especially like “Here comes the Arm,” “Light up the Night,” “Vengeance,” and “The Stand (Man or Machine).”
None of these poems are really all that good, but I thought I'd post them anyway.
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