Tag: poem

  • 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 ><>

  • Poem: Dive

    October 25th, 2004

    Looking at this pool
    So deep and so broad
    Yeah, the waves look rough
    And the bottom so far,
    But a glimmer and shine
    Sparks a light in my eyes
    My heart skips a beat
    But I sit back and sigh

    I can sit at the edge
    Throwing my feet in
    The foam tickles my ankles
    And beckons me in
    But just when I feel
    It’s time to begin
    You’re pulling me back
    From the waves once again

    Oh why can’t You let me dive?
    Why can’t I run and try to reach for the sky?
    Why can’t I just fly?
    I know it’s Your heart
    I know Your command
    But why not now, Papa,
    Why can’t I dive?

    I can see the field
    Parts white as snow
    No one is gathering
    So I grab my bag to go
    But a wall comes between me
    And the wheat sitting there
    So I toss it back down
    And watch the wind blow

    Oh why can’t You let me dive?
    Why can’t I run and try to reach for the sky?
    Why can’t I just fly?
    I know it’s Your heart
    I know Your command
    But why not now, Papa,
    Why can’t I dive?

    I just want to serve You
    I just want to go
    Though You hold me back now
    Someday, it’s Your plan
    You’ve got it much better
    Than I comprehend
    And yes, Lord, I’m anxious
    But with You, I’ll stand

     – Sarah ><>