Instead of posting an entry about today's drama, here are a few poems. Points to those who can guess the forms being used.

Birch Forest Love Poem

I run with you across the hills,
and chase you through gold-tipped grass.
When you're near me, I get chills,
so I run with you across the hills.
I know these aren't just quick thrills,
no -- we're trying to stop each second's pass
while you run with me across the hills,
and chase me through the gold-tipped grass.

Tears of an Idol

Her tears fall and flow,
cascade into a river
that only widens.

The Piece of the Forgotten

They are encrusted with vines,
the walls of this old chapel.
The dead knew their peace here,
and people came reliably.

The walls of this old chapel
are disused and delapitated.
People came reliably,
and it was sacred.

Disused and delipitated,
it becomes a great puzzle.
And it was sacred!
It is nothing but a pile of memories.

It becomes a great puzzle,
That dead know their peace here --
they are nothing but a pile of memories,
and those are encrusted with vines.


Seed's Poetry Collection