Poetry Blog by Mae Foreman
I make this wish for you, starchild, oh daughter of Tempest and Thunder!
May your cradle faintly rock-a-bye even in the wildest, most vicious winds!
May the waters; oceans, rivers and seas, before you, split asunder.
May the heavens shine on you, may you grow a set of wings
and may you spread them and surely take to the skies and soar!
May every soft snow flake clad your dainty toe...
Thursday 11th April 2019 7:15 pm
Lightly the young girl dances
around a bonfire; proud of her prized wisdom
While the old man humbly weeps
over all the things unknown; ever, now and hence.
Surely the innocent fawn prances
haughty and ignorant of the looming doom
as the hollow-eyed, huntsman peeps
through the dense foliage of iron-wrought prudence.
Friday 29th March 2019 9:32 am
Lonesome lovers loom laments; longing lost love; lo lust!
Odes of ordinary ordeals; of orchid opalescent oases,
Velveteen verses voicing veiled voids; veritably vast...
Eternally embroidering elated, entrancing embraces!
Sirens serenade sweet songs; sinner succumbs.
Obedient, omicompetent Odysseus overcomes.
Nostalgic noblemen never needed nymphs’ nests.
"Graciously go gr...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 2:58 pm
Hold on with the claws of your heart
The fight has yet to be fought
The war has yet to start
Nobody asked us if we'd like to enlist!
But the knaves still seek to be bought
Paint with the colors of your eyes
A battle-field of charcoal and aquamarine
Search for mine within the crowds of your allies
Remember! It's on the prices of the stakes that you ...
Thursday 21st February 2019 9:31 pm
This is for all the days
that you wake up feeling lesser.
This is for all the ways
that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."
and feign a smile and take a bow.
For every time you have to clench your teeth
swallow your pride, crease your brow
this is the only thing I can leave you with.
For all the dull afternoons
and for all the lonesome nights.
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:32 pm
If there is ever held a trial in a court of justice
To punish the one who stabbed humanity in the eye,
don't go looking for any monster of extraordinary malice.
Look my way, for the hideous wrongdoer is I.
Rip the clothes off my back and kick me down
Spit in my eye and then hand me the flog,
Because I alone deserve to wear the crown
of the cowardly, hypocritical, whimpe...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:33 pm
GR (In the South)
In the realm of vineyards and olive trees
In the citadel of hot humid nights
We wasted away dancing in the breeze
Counting pointlessly the stellar lights.
The foliage urged us in clandestine meetings
we leaned back and let go of our innocence.
Between childish scribblings and philosophic readings,
entranced by the fragrant...
Saturday 9th February 2019 1:45 pm