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Friday, August 6, 2010

A Poem: The Fall of Almet

This poem was an experiment. I haven't really written any poem like this in the past, so I would really like feedback. If you would just leave a comment, it would be greatly appreciated. Tell me whether you liked it (or hated it), if you enjoyed it (or not), whether you think it was well written (or a disaster), or whatever crosses your mind.

The Fall of Almet

Eyes that glitter
Like emeralds
Solid determination
Like the rock beneath his feet

Glowing, cold steel
Gleaming in the darkness
A mighty blade
Lumen

He faces the creature
The monster of the deep
A minion of the darkness
Never before defeated

The bones
Of those who have come before
Cover the land
Too many to number

Almet
The Dead One
Raises his gruesome head
Facing the one who has come to challenge

"Why do you come, foolish one?"
A voice like death itself

"I have come to end terror, end darkness."

"Even once I am gone, the darkness will live on.
For as long as there is light, there will be dark.
It is the way of the world."

"Yes but mayhaps, the light will last that much longer.
Mayhaps the light will hold that much more sway."

Fire. Brimstone.
Darkness. Light.
Blood. Sweat.
Man. Monster.

The battle was long and great
Lasted many days
It snowed smoke
Hailed ash

Fangs locked with steel
Talons with bone

At long last
Lumen came down, striking the fatal blow
The beast was smote from the mountain
Crashing into the great lake

Almet sank through the waters
Never to rise again

The sun burst from behind the black clouds
The barren land was illuminated with its glow

The man gazed in satisfaction
In wonder

As the world bloomed into life once more

Thursday, August 5, 2010

A Poem: The Open Road

The Open Road was inspired on the drive from Minnesota to Billings, Montana. It's not one of my personal favorites that I've written, but it does what it does. Evidently it was written while in the Purple Van (one of my very favorite places to be), and while watching the sun set. America is a beautiful country, and driving across it is one of the best ways to see it first hand.


The Open Road

Soft rolling hills

Wide empty plains

The setting sun

Dosing the expanse

In gorgeous

Rich

Golden

Liquid topaz

The clouds above my head

Are vast floating islands

Of glittering snow

The trees here and there

Stand tall and strong

Dark sentinels that reach for the sky

The serenity encloses me

A protective cocoon that shields me

From the troubles and sorrows of this world

Those bombardments so hard to hold against

The sweet rhythm of the van lulls me

Into a feeling of welcome bliss and peace

Time simply to enjoy the quiet of my thoughts

The mind-blowing countryside

The soothing joy of reading, of writing

Letting the words fill me, flow through me

Bubbling up like a fountain and spilling over

Its music loud and clear

Creativity, imagination

Never were so easy

The open road

It holds no limits