Oblivious
Rage, the sneaking assassin,
Blade glinting in the night,
Target - oblivious and uncaring.
With a swift, silence
Vicious!
Thrust
The victim finds itself
Impaled by a hand-span
Of frigid metal
Fickle Indeed
A lady stands behind you
Face gray and indistinct
Sternly, solely, interested in
The game of mumblety-peg
She is playing with your hands
For this is Lady Luck
Who stands staring over
Your shoulder
So you see what I mean. At least I hope you do. For today's exercise in waxing poetic, I shall attempt to compose a poem about zeal. (Which, some of you may remember, is also the name of my dnd character. Ha ha!)
Pursuit
A goal is all she requires,
something to fill her with all-consuming PASSION!
She will tell you it's a lust for
life, knowledge, skill
But its what keeps her going from day to day.
It's not a thirst, or a hunger. It's a drive.
Not always to be great or famous or rich.
And if she finishes one goal, she must find another.
It's not fickle.
And while some admire her drive, her zeal,
it drives others away and strains them near to breaking.
For she walks a knife's edge, following this passion of hers.
So, I think I did alright there. This entire project is something that lends itself to playing around. Regardless, it's done and I'm posting it.
And for those wondering, eventually I'll get around to longer poems. For now, short ones suit me just fine. (ie. I need to get back in the swing of things, poetry-wise) If you have any suggestions on abstract concepts for me to write poems about, please feel free to drop me a love note in the comments.
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