this is something i dreamed up, on the spot, for poetry. com. what, exactly, is their rep for poetry? pathetic? next year, i'll see if i can think up something they WON'T take.
also, i'm working on a loooong Christian poem, and I'd like some ideas as to where to submit it. any ideas?
(c) Lorinda Loucks (it got published. *cracks up*)
The Other Theory
The ways that wend the world by night,
And chisel moonbeams in the dark -
Like sculptor intrigued by works of light,
When all he knows lies black and stark -
Are not in nature like the roads,
Which, golden, lead one by the hand
Towards weary ways, unending loads;
Instead, traversing freer land
And, beckoning dreamless masses near,
Give muses glimpse of something sweet,
The freedom caught by dewdrops tear,
Under unending skies to meet
With destinys imagined touch
Upon the night-cooled sleeper now,
And sighs like one whos suffered much;
The mist of fate lies on his brow,
To be dispersed at dawns first gleam -
Disturb the dreamer from the dream.
also, i'm working on a loooong Christian poem, and I'd like some ideas as to where to submit it. any ideas?
(c) Lorinda Loucks (it got published. *cracks up*)
The Other Theory
The ways that wend the world by night,
And chisel moonbeams in the dark -
Like sculptor intrigued by works of light,
When all he knows lies black and stark -
Are not in nature like the roads,
Which, golden, lead one by the hand
Towards weary ways, unending loads;
Instead, traversing freer land
And, beckoning dreamless masses near,
Give muses glimpse of something sweet,
The freedom caught by dewdrops tear,
Under unending skies to meet
With destinys imagined touch
Upon the night-cooled sleeper now,
And sighs like one whos suffered much;
The mist of fate lies on his brow,
To be dispersed at dawns first gleam -
Disturb the dreamer from the dream.