Poetry

Back in December Bill over at A Few Clowns Short inspired me to write a bit of poetry with THIS post. I can't believe it has taken me almost two full months to get around to posting this, but here it is. This first poem was written directly after reading the post at the above link.

Fading

I feel myself fading

curled up n cold
 

Ignite the flame 

Let me burn . . . burn

yes let me burn
 

There's more to life than

simply living
 

Ignite the flame 

let me burn . . . burn

yes let me burn
 

All curled up and fading

I've lost my spark
 

Ignite the flame 

let me burn . . . burn

yes let me burn

 © 2013 (a)Nita Davis

The first poem, although it flowed out of me in mere minutes, just seemed so cliche and even a bit morbid so I started on a second poem. I wrote the second poem that same day but it didn't have the flow that I wanted so I set it aside. Then yesterday I pulled it out and made some slight changes to the repeating stanza. Here is the finished poem.

Ignite The Spark

Like the fire in the forest, let me dance against the wind,
for this toneless daily livin's got me fading out again.

Strike the match.
Ignite the spark. 
Watch me blaze!

As a demon on a dark night sent to smother my last spark,
is this lonely dismal journey which consumes my very soul.

Strike the match.
Ignite the spark. 
Watch me blaze!

Enough this fading into naught, this dull and lifeless living
where I hide forever curled up in my quiet little shell.

Strike the match.
Ignite the spark. 
Watch me blaze!  

© 2/20/2014 (a)Nita Davis

Hmmmmm......  the mood of the second isn't much better than that of the first.

Hmmmmm..... can we say Cabin Fever!