Of course, your entrance into this land
Realm of the shining prose, where the poetry
is created and born free, of my mind.
Actually, this is the prose subsection of the gardens, where I create and write works of literary art with basically no rhyme scheme. No Dr. Seuss stuff here. You have to really understand the meaning to figure out what I'm talking about. And without further ado, here it is!
To Henrietta, Free and Loving
Sitting, waiting, watching
Orange with summer sky
Griffons fly all sky-high.
Henrietta, she, upon her bed
eagerly desiring, wanting
to be close with love so far.
Twice been before
with knight, him all regal
shared love's best wish,
time spent well.
Return, shall he, again
someday will he return and then
with joyfulness filled, brimming
The griffons cry out with happiness
Orange with summer sky
His love flows to her, never to die.
Sky of White
With reluctance, I look
And with passion I see
The world before me
What will I find?
What does she know?
How can I tell what I don't understand?
I know nothing, yet know something
Yet
I think I will know more than I should sometime
and it is with that understanding
the knowledge, that is mine
That will bring me to my conclusion
That Sky of White
Is my Sky
My Sky of Destiny
My Sky of Hope
My Sky of Love
My Sky
More poetry to be created and uploaded soon!
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