nonpoetry.

[katelyn]

Poetry is not my writing method of choice, however from time to time I come out with these little poem-like expressions of my thoughts.

I wrote the following a few years ago for a troubled friend of mine named Amber, about the spiritual warfare for her soul.

Treasures in Amber

There is a treasure trapped in Amber
Alive and real, more brilliant than any cosmic luminary
But there are ghosts in the shadows
Confusing wisps of hazy spirits
Infiltrating the amber with inky poison
Threatening to shatter the amber into reflective shards
My soul screams out at this crime
This injustice must not occur!
But doom sets in, for my soul cannot guard the fragile amber
It is a flimsy shield against the evil powers
Despair is imminent...

Morning seeps into the dark void
Pure sunbeams guide us to a peaceful shelter
Under a cross.
This is the only haven we have
The only way to protect the precious amber...
Thank God for sending it...

 

[yakkmeister]

I am going to assume this is not poetry and treat is as though it were a blog entry: essentially unassailable.

I liked the images: though I felt they could be more powerful, more symbolic of the pesperation. I never felt the desperation but the darkness was clear.

That's about it ...

 

[katelyn]

Yeah, pretty much the only time I've consciously followed rules of poetry is when writing for a class. Otherwise I'm just kind of randomly putting onto paper the words rattling around in my mind.

Thanks for your input. I guess the confusion and darkness were what I were trying to convey more than desperation. I'm not sure how I'd convey the desperation of the situation more. Oh well.

 

[katelyn]

Lord, please take my anger
And replace it with your peace
You lead me not to be defensive
Nor promote hostility
But still these attitudes I bear
Forgive me, Lord, I pray.
Help me to be more like You
And give my brother love today.

 

[yakkmeister]

Lord, please take my anger
And replace it with your peace
You lead me not to be defensive
Nor promote hostility
But still these attitudes I bear
Forgive me, Lord, I pray.
Help me to be more like You
And give my brother love today.

The rythm here is very nice: it seems to want to rhyme though?

Nice job.