Newport Beach, CA, USA
I was talking with an online friend the other day and he said "write a poem for me...right now" This is what I came up with in about 5 minutes so it is far from my best...but reading it over I don't think it is too bad either...tell me what you think...
Now that you are in my circle,
wholly a part of my design,
I must decide just where to place you,
your perfect fit into my life.
Perhaps you are my kindred spirit,
he who dances through my sleep
whose ready wit and poetry
determine which words I should keep.
Could you be my sanctuary,
a candle in my darkest need;
that place I run to when I fail,
where all my pathways seem to lead?
might you be my warrior poet,
that phantom lover of my dreams?
A man whose wisdom and whose strength
defeats each obstacle that gleams?
or are you most a simple friend,
a smile and laughter on my way?
I would be blessed to take your hand
if so, it is enough today.
"We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.....the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
--John Keating, Dead Poets Society
[This message has been edited by Beki (edited 09-27-1999).]