Time for a little break from the usual self publishing columns. Today, I’d like to cover something else.
When it comes to poetry I admit I’m an amateur. Let’s be honest here. Poetry is hard! I’m not much good at it, but I’ have practiced a bit.
Here are a couple poems I wrote over a year ago for my husband.
Surrounded by mist
We dance and twist
Our bodies in tune
Beneath the moon
Both in our prime
In a rhythm old as time
Entangled like this
We know only bliss
My one, my only.
Cold and lonely was my life
Lost in darkness knowing only strife
Forever to drown in sorrow and shame
Until into my life you came
Appearing before me pure as a dove
To show and teach me a miracle called love
Never again will I be lonely
Thanks to you, my one, my only.
P.S. The final piece is my first attempt at symbolism done a few years ago:
A pristine white lion ran through the trees and brush, trying to wear itself out in an attempt to forget the wyvern. The lion was covered with many scars from his past.
When he finally tired out and could run no more, he reverted to human form and lay on the ground panting as he reflected how he’d received each of his scars.
The first was from a lion, he’d thought, maybe she’s the one, but instead she attacked, and wounded him deeply.
The second was from a badger, he thought perhaps this time, he’d be able to sooth the critter, but alas, that one wounded him too.
The third was from a tiger, he’d stayed by his tiger for a long time and made sure she was safe, but in the end, she attacked and scarred him too.
Next was the wyvern, he’d come across her when he’d healed from the rest, but instead she’d deceived him; using deceitful lies and guilt to try to keep him.
His piercing green eyes clouded over, and flashes of anger crashed out like thunder, as raw emotion seeped from the clouds, like a stormy sea tumbling with angry waves.
His fists clenched and he sighed, his eyes now filled with a haunting sadness. He wondered if any of his animals would ever truly accept him.
He stared down at the scar upon his thigh and sighed. Hearing a noise he looked into the sky a spotted the phoenix. She mystically soared high above him and would often visit him.
Out of the collection of cedar, and olive trees all around him, came his friend the cat. She’d disappear from time to time, but she always returned to him. She cheered him up and the phoenix made him smile.
With a rustle behind him, came his other friend, the unicorn. She was without a doubt the most innocent of all the animals in the forest.
A smile spread across his face as he remembered he wasn’t alone anymore. Thanks to the phoenix, cat, and unicorn, he’d never be alone again.
Still deep inside he felt like something was missing. He wasn’t lonely per say anymore, just wasn’t complete yet. He sighed and wondered if he’d ever find his true place in the world.
He tilted his head back while petting the cat and phoenix and sighed. Suddenly something caught his eye. It was a pristine white dove that flew down to him. He held out his hand and the dove perched on his finger, holding a twig from an olive tree in its mouth, as well as that of cedar.
Staring into his eyes, the dove released the branches in his palm and spoke, delivering a message. “Hold on dear lion and be cautious of the tarantulas that lay in the path ahead of you, for your journey has only begun.” The dove then flew back into the sky and disappeared; as the emerald eyed man sat there pondering what had just happened.
Have you ever tried your hand at poetry or symbolism? What do you think of poetry and symbolism?