Days of the Year

I was informed that today was Poetry Day, so I thought I would write a short poem. :)

Days of the year

Fly by so fast.

Everything goes

Like wind in the grass.

Days of the year,

Gone like a flash.

Why must we rush them?

Slow down and relax.

Books

Works of art rest on works of art,

Carvings frame rows upon rows of new worlds.

So beautiful, so untouched,

Are these inky worlds.


But how,

If left in this manner,

Will new worlds be discovered?

If no one reads them,

How can one be inspired by them?


Works of art

Become a resting place for minuscule remains,

Of a life gone by,

When works of art were devoured,

With a passion, and yet,

A delicacy, fitting of nobility.


What is this beauty,

If not to call?

What means this world,

If not to inspire?

What do we truly gain,

By losing ourselves?

Waves

Waves wrought with wind,

Thrum against the nature-molded walls,

Of high reaching, ever leaching stone.

Emerald surges rise and fall,

Crested by bubbling spray.

Bright light fractures into

A thousand resplendent hues.

A million tiny droplets rush

To touch the stars,

And fall, innocuous,

To rest at the tip

Of my bare toes.

Do You Ever Wonder

Do you ever ponder

Upon the wonder

And the glory of a child

So innocent and sweet

But still so wild?

 

 

Do you ever sing

And soar away on the wing

Of songs and light?

Do you glory in the passion

Of music pure and bright?

 

 

Do you ever run?

Do you glory in the sun?

In wide meadows do you play?

Through forests do you wander?

Can you hear what the waves must say?

 

 

Have you ever laughed

Laughed when you were caught

In the warm embrace of air?

Did you sing and play and wonder

As it teased you, and blew your hair?

 

 

So sing and play like the child

Let the wind and air make your hair wild

Stop and glory in the warm sunlight

Lift up your voice, fly away on the wings of beautiful song

And through the meadows and forests of your life, run with all your might!

 

Do you ever stop and look around at your surroundings? Do you ever think about how adorable that toddler in the store is? Do you ever stop and really listen to music? Do you thank the wind for messing up your clothes or perfectly styled hair? That is what this poem is about. It’s about stopping and looking at the beautiful world God gave us. It’s about being thankful for the little things, like wind and rain and trees. It’s being thankful for beautiful hummingbirds drinking from the feeder outside your window, and in the same thought, being thankful for the cat (or dog) that demands all of your attention every second. I don’t typically have very serious poems, but this one is  and I want you to think about it. Stop for a minute and just breath! See how beautiful this world can be!

Poetry

This poem came from a writing assignment that I an supposed to be doing, but it didn’t meet all the requirements, so I thought I would share it for fun.

 

Do you ever trouble

With poetry so fickle

With rhymes and lines

Or syllables and measures

Or with words and times?

(It's really quite a pill)

Kaylin Olivia Oswald

This character sketch is for the main character of my book. In the book, I call her Olivia, not Kaylin. The fact that she is a middle name person is a recent addition.

Kaylin Olivia Oswald is an alien from the planet Cirdavi, a people that relies heavily on their telepathic abilities. They are called Cirdian. They are also a warrior based species, a culture made almost entirely up of women. (there is a back story on that, but it would take a long time, and spoil part of my book) They do not use modern weapon, for they are not soldiers. They can use bows, swords, daggers, and spears with precision to make the most advanced army tremble.

Physical

> She is very tall, because her planet is much smaller than ours. It is unusual to be under 5' 10” (she is 6' 3”)

> She is slender, with straight brown hair that is often in a ponytail. She has a heart shaped face, small, pointy ears, full, very red lips, a straight, narrow nose, and deep brown eyes.

> Her fingers and hands are very long and slender, like the rest of her.

> She plays a variety of instruments. (Piano, most strings, most woodwinds and brass, and a Cirdavi instrument called a Liltal)

> She is very athletic, and enjoys things like gymnastics, martial arts, and fencing.

> She (because of her warrior upbringing) is excellent with swords and daggers, for they are her weapons of preference, though she can work many other weapons with accuracy.

Personality

> She is a very sweet person, but if you threaten her or her people, she will get angry.

> She loves dogs, and has a beautiful German Shepherd named Kaeleb that follows her everywhere.

> She is impulsive, which becomes troublesome when she is older.

> She is a natural leader, and other people in control, especially in something that she thinks she can do, bothers her, and gets in the way of her doing her best.

> She loves her sword, which she names Lürung. It is her most prized possession, and if you want to convince her that you are on her side, don't try to make her take it off. (Note: They wear their swords on their back to make traveling long distances easier)

> She has a brother named Mordecai, and two cousins named Walter and Neloki. (Their mothers were twins.

> She is incredibly stubborn, and does not give up easily.

> Her biggest fault is pride. It does not help that she is told to be proud of herself, because her telepathic powers are stronger than anything the Cirdian have encountered in several thousand years. She has to overcome that pride to win an eon-long battle her people have been fighting.

> She is friendly to everyone she comes in contact with, but she has always been lonely. A telepathic bond, which is how Cirdian who understand each other interact, is hard to create, and few understand her enough to make one.

> Her favorite colors are wood brown, royal blue, forest green, and gold.

> She was born on Muyari 35, neroura 00043, galactic time. Muyari is kind of like May, except it has more days.

> She does not like dresses, but when she wears them, she makes sure they are floor length, and she wears pants under them.

> She is a middle name person, and is almost always called Olivia. Kaylin is really more of a formal thing.

> She hates talking in front of people. It scares her, but she does it anyway. (She and her cousin, Walter are kind of representatives for Cirdavi, so they both do a lot of public speaking)

Thunderstorm

Here’s another poem that I wrote for school.

The wind whispered a tale to me,

But, alas I could not comprehend.

 

The rain slapped me in the face,

But I was like a tree, motionless.

 

The flower swirled around my feet,

But I was a strong pole of sturdy oak.

 

The sun broke through the shrouding clouds,

And with glorious triumph I saw,

The evergoing road that was my home.