SpoonyBard wrote:Aw, drag
. That's the only kind that I'm somewhat good at. Guess I'll just add to my own thread.
... or, you could start your own Freeverse Poetry Contest. I'd enter. ]Love Song[/b]
You touched my face with a gentle breeze
You cradled me in the swaying trees
You spoke my name through the crashing sea
The surging waves whispered to me
I saw your face in the setting sun
And once again my heart was won;
Your evidence in the vast expanse
Of sea, of sky, the endless dance
Of a love surpassing space and time
The Creator's heart embraces mine.
(c) Eirewolf
The Healer's Touch
(a sonnet)
Do words bring comfort to an anguished heart?
-- Aye, as much as sugar heals a wound.
Can laughter mend the broken by her art?
Illusion, until silence makes her rounds.
Behind the mask of gaiety there lies
a visage shattered by apathy's sword --
Tongue muted by countless unheeded cries,
Ears deafened by repeated loveless word.
If Time can mend all wounds, I've yet to see
his hands stretch forth to demonstrate such power.
Yet we have arms more tangible than he--
I've heard the Healer has no hands but ours.
If we're to stand with Him, can we stand by
and look on sorrow with unchangéd eye?
(c) Eirewolf