As day begins its long retreat, I glean the stone beneath my feet.
To search for ciphers in its grain, to answer whys that long have lain.
I stand atop a conquered keep, the hint of Fall-I nearly weep.
I've battled long but never won, to stay the waning of the sun,
and struggled hard-with purpose clear, to stall the turning of the year.
Triumphant-trumpets sound again, I spy salutes of weary men.
Dear fate has cast my winning lot... but lose once more,
I will my shot to freeze-the seasons where I please.
So! Stand and watch the golden fade... and HAIL the Sun with gleaming blade!
©1997 Polymat
I'm starting things off with this short poem I wrote earlier this year. It surprised me as it flowed from my unconscious, since it is a bit of a throwback to the days of rythym and meter, and is more like my songs than most of my other poetry.
I will be periodically setting down some of my observations on poetic and songwriting technique. My first installation is:
"(Love Come Down) / ooh, you make my / (love come down)"
"To a love / that's not fair / I'll keep (holdin' on)..."