Saturday, August 27, 2011

Marking Poetry (Brought to You By My Propensity to Misplace Things and Then Find Them Again)

I. The light is dead! It's gone away!
It may return another day,
But, as for now, it's gone! It's gone!
I see no reason to go on.

II. The light is back! It's come to stay!
This is a day to run and play!
My heart, inspired, fills with hope -
I will not have to find a rope.

III. The world is a sea of endless light,
Awash in a silver flame,
And life is an island dimmed, a dot
Of misery and pain.

IV. The world is a sea of endless light,
Awash in a silver flame,
And life is a port where boats dock, rest,
And sail out from again.

2 comments:

Lonin said...

Hey, cool! ... Is this your poem?

Also, I wonder what "Of misery of pain" means, I wonder if it might be a scribal error, you know....

Grace Mulligan said...

Typo fixed, thanks for the alert!

Yeah, it's my poetry. Apparently I have a tendency to write verse when in a state of despair and then feel obligated to revise it less despairingly once the despair passes ;-) Yesterday I took a look at the end of Adonais again and was struck by how much better it is than my poetry ;-)