Poetry of Lessons and Moments

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Poetry of Lessons and Moments

By Grimhildr Falkenrath

 

 

Haiku I

I awake at home

Not from sun, rooster, or fear

But my lover’s breath

 

 

 

Haiku II

Around the fire

I notice it is the same

This war is about?

 

 

 

The Sound of Death

 

As a child my mother said

Listen to the dead

I knew naught that horrible sound

But how could I with youthful joy abound?

 

Even gazing upon the fires

Of the funeral pyre

All I heard was cheer and laughter

I would not know till long after

 

Now I know Death’s sound

After song and joy was drowned

She was so horrendously right

It was like they were stolen in the night

 

That silence

 

It whispers in my ear during the night

It continues to haunt even in light

Creeping down hallways

It follows me always

 

That terrible silence

 

 

 

Starving

 

Realness is a taste I know nought yet want

I hunger for it desperately. I feel like wolf.

Even capturing and tearing into my prey

I still search for that thing at the center

Cracking open bones I find nothing

I hunt, I kill, I search again till I find something

Something I know naught the sight or smell of

Just it’s beating glory flitting in my mind

At times I hope to find another beast like me

One with teeth sharper and eyes far more keen

Maybe if they dug into me they would find that thing

Rip it out and show me their prize as I lay dying

Perhaps then I’ll be satisfied

 

 

Sonnet I

 

Wandering a dull, lonesome wilderness

Thinking myself strong I ignored the toll

The waste stretched on, it was truly endless

Bleak darkness was closing in on my soul

 

Despite waning will, my feet had no mind

Stoically they marched through that dreadful waste

Despite my curses and groans of despair

Happily for them I would be shown grace

 

Twas a visage surely like the heavens

Caressing my cheek like a coastal breeze

In that warm embrace I learned the lessons

Finally I would hear all my kin’s pleas

 

My salvation could not be had alone

My sword, my hatred should fall to the stone

 

 

 

The Flower, My Flower

 

Do you blame a flower for it’s wilting?

Do you berate each petal for falling

Or sigh in anguish as the stem fails

 

How could I then fault you so? 

With each gray hair or wrinkle

My flower you always will be

yet a flower you are surely not

 

No, you do not wilt like a flower

Your petals do not abandon you

You do not flop over in defeat

 

Do mortal givings not mean a win?

With each gray hair or wrinkle

Another year you are with me

So do not fear the fate of flowers

 

 

 

Haiku III

 

On the hunt for beans

We searched amongst the tall trees

Mother seemed amused

 

 

How I Love

 

The sun surely smiles as it rises

Caressing the earth so tenderly

Looking over each crag and river

With an awe that makes life stir

Such is how I look at you

 

The sea surely aches for the moon

With how she stirs under it's gaze

Drawing the moon closer each night

Their dance will toss even a battleship

Such is how I yearn for you

 

The trees surely love small creatures

Watch how they hold weary birds

Or let their oaken flesh be torn open

So small creatures always have shelter

Such is how I love you

 

 

 

The Hyacinth

 

Fragrant hyacinth, how are you lonely?

Travelers walk by, merchants ride on

 It seems they only stop with lust in eye

And hands seeking to rip you from home

Hands that will drop you after a short ways

 

Lovely hyacinth, can I sit just beside you?

I love your sweet smell and vibrant petals

If you only ask I will leave you as you are

Or stay around, no matter the rain or heat

I would even build a home with only my hands

 

Darling hyacinth, my love is earnest

I want only that which makes you smile

It matters not if it would cause me pain

My heart will be like the nourishing rains

And my hands always a gentle breeze

 

 

Reality

 

Wandering through inky blackness

You lose awareness of your own form

It is only the biting winds and wounds

That remind you of your existence

 

Walking further the pain is numbed

Sight, feeling, and hearing go too

You are a ghost on a hidden path

That soon will be lost to you

 

A nothing traveling amidst nothing

The world itself seems to be lost

A thing that seemed never to be real

A nothing, just nothing. 

 

A dim light then offends forgotten eyes

You look up to see the mariner’s friends

Twinkling in the sky in immortal shapes

They whisper tales of dead ancestors

 

The blood of bloods long past thrum

The dead scream wisdom to your soul

Your heart beats with the fire of creation

You, as you care to know you, is birthed

 

Though bone may crack and empires fall

It changes not the realness of grand reality

Fear not inevitable death, walk strongly

You know well what and who you love

 

 

 

Ballad of Purtoregne

 

Colored brick and vibrant trees

Smell of spices drifting on the breeze

Travelers talk in foreign tongues

While mermaids watch the young ones

 

Travel deeper my dear, come with me

These streets have so much more, you’ll see

Pierogi or fresh mezcla, perhaps even a drink

Travel down to the docks and you will surely agree

 

It’s the crown of the sea

 

No more perfect a home can be found

Can't you see our dreams written on stone?

So let's throw our worries off and stay

Surely no better a future can be had

We can rise to watch the glimmering waters

And rest to find company in the taverns

For you, all the silks and spice the market provides

While I drink the vineyards' fine wine

Constantly surrounded by kind faces

No loneliness could ever be found

We will want for nothing at all, My love

Our destiny is surely here, in the city that is 

 

The crown of the sea

 

Colored brick and vibrant trees

Smell of spices drifting on the breeze

Travelers talk in foreign tongues

While mermaids watch the young ones

 

Travel deeper my dear, come with me

These streets have so much more, you’ll see

Pierogi or fresh mezcla, perhaps even a drink

Travel down to the docks and you will surely agree

 

It's the crown of the sea

 

 

Haiku IV

 

Seafood smells drifting

King and hunter eat alike

I see your smile

 

[ydegirl 1757]

In the middle of a lowly bookstore near the outskirts of Whitespire, Amelia picks up Grimhildr's poetry book. She skimmed through the book, pages fluttering and flapping and crashing together-- all in a beautiful symphony of silence. Amelia smiled after reading the second Haiku, purchasing the collection from the sleeping bookstore.