while i know that general threads are usually bad practice, i figured this would be fitting for any short poetic works that don't really merit an entire thread to discuss. if you write poetry and have some pieces you would like to share, feel free to post them here
i was inspired to write this when i woke up this morning in late april and saw everything blanketed in snow yet again
i was inspired to write this when i woke up this morning in late april and saw everything blanketed in snow yet again
Sat across each other
A felted table between
Was an old man and young woman
The woman jovial, resplendent in youth
Well-coiffed and adorned in flowing naive green
Worry furrowing her smooth face
The man gnarled, familiar yet aloof
A mess of white atop grey and brown rags
The grooved face unchanged by the double-sixes
O cruel fate, she wails
Her whole living seized in a moment
My winnings were already spent
Aye lass, replies he, as it is alway
Drawing in the spoil like sickle to wheat
Your substance perpetually forfeit in lending
From 'neath her bodice produced a pittance
The last of all clattering on the table
Before the unimpressed old man
Fate smiled upon her first cast, then second
Upon third win withdrew she satisfied
Leaving the apathetic man at the table
His indifference was no wonder
For surely she would return to his boundless coffers
Brimming with the souls of beasts and of men
"I know what I must do, be strong lest I shall perish!" 💪✡

AN ODE TO HAKUREI REIMU:
Reimu is Cool
Reimu is Cute
If Reimu were real She would punch me in the throat
"I know what I must do, be strong lest I shall perish!" 💪✡

A man walks up to an abandoned grand piano and seats himself. He cannot play.
An ocean of black and white ivory laid linearly before him, he cannot help but caress a few.
All produce distinct tones but clash against themselves beneath his careless fingers. He pauses.
Annoyingly attempting harmony he clatters on embarrassingly. He blushes and removes his hands.
"All melody ever conceived was from such things as these," he marvels.
"An invisible synthesis of unspoken coordination beyond language."
At once he removes himself from that totem, he stumbles deferentially.
"All laid naked before me yet there is nothing to see."
-- my relationship with art
An ocean of black and white ivory laid linearly before him, he cannot help but caress a few.
All produce distinct tones but clash against themselves beneath his careless fingers. He pauses.
Annoyingly attempting harmony he clatters on embarrassingly. He blushes and removes his hands.
"All melody ever conceived was from such things as these," he marvels.
"An invisible synthesis of unspoken coordination beyond language."
At once he removes himself from that totem, he stumbles deferentially.
"All laid naked before me yet there is nothing to see."
-- my relationship with art
"I know what I must do, be strong lest I shall perish!" 💪✡
