My Dearest Fool,
You're stuck in between the water and the fire.
Will you abandon your post?
Or will you weather the storm
and allow your saltiness to blend with the sweet rain?
One way and icy water warms your wasted chest
The other and white-hot flames lick your heart and fiercely frame your face.
Which road will illuminate for you?
Know much I do not,
But the opinion I surely keep
will not tame the fire, nor spray the water.
All you need to know
as the flames welcome you with with orange eyes
is that my waters will always part for you.
Have faith, my love--I'll be waiting.
Love From my Deepest Ocean,
Your Faithful Soldier
--
My Heart
My heart is like stone
Touch it, you will feel alone
This heart has no love
--
Just An Oatmeal
Little bowl of mush
Who stole your sweetness, your love
and made you so bland?
--
Little Lily
Sad little flower
Who brought tears to your petals?
Where is your true love?
2 comments:
“The Water Will Wait” was my favorite poem, but I liked all the haikus as well. I absolutely adored your beginning, “You're stuck in between the water and the fire.
Will you abandon your post?” Your speech fit perfectly with the poem, and I just simply loved it. I am not sure in what point of view or what your idea was for this poem, but as a poem noob, I’ll try my best to decipher it. The man is in a catch-22 situation, he is stuck and in a dilemma of the war. He is in harsh conditions, and his wife is worrying for him. I feel like this is a woman writing, a woman who is strong enough to not anguish herself over her husband. She is strong and she will wait for him until the end, and she believes that he will make the right decisions. She is telling him that she is unsure of the correct path in which he should take; though she has somewhat an opinion…she is telling him that he may face fierce fire and agonizing heat, but she will always be the water for him that’ll wait at the end of his journey. She calls him her Dearest Fool as a knowing, fond label. She calls herself her faithful soldier as means of going through the hardships with him. I love this. I just love this poem. Okay, I should move on with my life. About the haikus… My Heart was so simple and to the point, so it wasn’t your best one, but Just an Oatmeal totally made up for that. I thought, at first, that it would just be an enlargement of our joke about Just an Oatmeal, but it was more… “Who stole your sweetness, your love” instead of just, where did your sweetness go? Or why are you not sweet? You used who “stole” your sweetness, that was pretty sweet in itself, although I wish you had used something to do with taste instead of ‘made you so cold’. Because you used taste as the first means of differentiating this oatmeal, but then you talked about its temperature which was random. Little Lily was so sweet and sad! All three of these haikus are lacking love, and you put it in the simplest monologues. I can’t wait until your next post. As I figured, all the waiting was TOTALLY worth it. Now I feel emo and depressed, and I feel like quitting my blog. Whatever. Bye. ;]
Wow. You said it all. This sounds kind of funny, but you're amazing appreciation for my post makes me less motivated to write more. I hate that about myself. Well, Annie, you were spot-on about everything. Nothing more I can say. My comment is such a lame reply to your epic one. Just so lame. Well, dear Prongs, I know for a fact that you will never stop writing. And your blog will only end when technology is improved, or when its author leaves this planet. Hopefully the latter won't ever happen. Anyway, thanks for reading. I still feel emo and uninspired. Bye.
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