Xapa to the World

Month: November 2004

  • Poem: Failing at Words

    November 24, 2004

    I wish I had the words to speak
    As the old-sung sonnets of past
    Or the voice to stroke
    The hearts of lovers gazing in each others’ eyes
    I love to speak, but at most times
    The phrases are muttered ramblings
    Doing no great justice to the feelings
    Which are waxing and waning in me.
    Save for my Lord’s inspiration
    I scarce could utter a word
    To tell of all that rows across my thoughts
    And yet offer some substance for you.

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Dandelion

    November 17th, 2004

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    Just like a rocket
    About to burst in flame

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    The king of the jungle
    With a bright, yellow mane

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    A tiny drop of sun
    In a green, waving plain

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    A crown in golden locks
    Tied up in a chain

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    A delicate snowball
    With nothing to gain

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    A wish and a whisper
    To chase away the rain

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    A little girl’s diamond
    And an old man’s pain

    Dandelion, dandelion
    What are you there?
    Today, you are special
    And tomorrow, not the same

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: For Achilles; the Restless Warrior

    Well, one voice was enough to encourage me to keep going with this.  After watching the movie Troy, I was struck with the life presented by Achilles.  What I saw was a man who was lost…who was placing all of his faith in his own strength and abilities.  This kind of a life is empty, and by the end of the movie, he realized it, striving to put his hope into something bigger than himself…love, in this case.  But, it reminded me of the many people in this world who decide to rely on their own strength and not in something greater…the greatest thing being God Himself…their creator.  Yea, Achilles is a character in Greek mythology, but the only reason mythology has such a distinction is because it is based, to a point, on human life, and the dynamics of relationships and living.  The only reason the gods and supernatural are included is because man innately recognizes that there has to be a greater force out there beyond his own existence.  It’s misdirected, to be sure, but still, a demonstration that eternity is written on the hearts of man.

    The mechanics of this poem are based on the use of questions.  These questions reflect the uncertainty in Achilles’ life.

    November 15, 2004

    What kind of peace could I have?
    My life is spent at the edge of my sword
    Sweat on my brow
    Blood is mingled with their tears

    What is this that lies behind their eyes?
    A pleading that is wearing at my soul
    Is this man a father?
    Are his children left behind?

    Could I ever know this kind of love?
    They fight for glory and passion
    They believe in this
    Longing to have what brings them joy

    What could ever bring me joy?
    Will this sword and legend comfort me
    When my hair is gray
    Or when my head is heavy on my pillow?

    Why can’t I find my peace?
    It is clouded by the mist from the waves
    Should my feet drudge to find it,
    My soul shall find its rest.

     – Sarah ><>