The Wicket Weaver
Stand!--let me weave a welcome strand Into your weary, wind-swept, sleep.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Yeah... another one
So I've been a bit dry on the writing side of me. For awhile, really. And although I'd like to say that its because I haven't had any inspiration, or time, or whatnot, honesty reigns. I've just been flat out lazy. But here's a little something I scribbled down the other day... it seems worth a looksie, even though its not as delicious and visceral as usual. Its a damn moralist, and I still don't even know what to call it.
But yes, I'm rambling now... to the poem:
So you feel your life has drained a bit
And that your heart has drowned?
Your battered mind can't ponder it
Your bitter foe's been crowned;
Your each investment--seen, or not--
Has more than fallen through,
Its magnified its rank as rot,
Your lost at what to do?
Step up, my lad!--it's what were are
If we be named as men,
If we could capture every star
We wouldn't cherish them.
If ships are sunk, then what may be?
We swim and stay alive!
The greatest sorrow one may see
Is that they never strived.
And if you strove but came to loss
Grow tall, and strive again.
The one thing that could beat that cost
Is failure to be men.
Labels: writing and poetry