In the Wake Poem

My Prose Poem for class, one of my favorites, and one of my better ones. Enjoy.

Silent giants sway, boughs stretching towards silent stars slowly vanishing behind the oncoming veil. Endless expanses of roots expectantly await the quenching torrent promised by swollen clouds. The leafy canopy ahead rustles in the gale like a rattlesnake’s tail, casting flickering shadows with waning light.
Thunder booms like a drum, forcing rabbits and squirrels to the seemingly safe shelter of their burrows. A flash of light splits the air, falling from the heavens to strike the carpet of debris like a match. A tendril of smoke rises like a cobra, sinuously swaying side to side. The fire builds, devouring parched plants, voicing a roar of fury.
Deer flee from their thickets, bounding into swallowing darkness, escaping blinding flames overtaking their havens. Sparrows take wing, peering down on smoldering ruins spreading like blood from a wound.
Another peal of thunder cracks through the forest, rolling echoes like gunshot. Overhanging clouds pour out their heavy burden, releasing salvation onto the thirsty forest. The once consuming fire putters and dies, leaving in its wake nothing but ashes.

Stillness Poem

So this is the second poem I did for class. I like it a lot better, but it still has some issues, but I'm lazy. Enjoy! It's in Free Verse once again.

With an ever demanding world
I come to forget,
leave it all behind
but for the rocking of
wooden planks beneath,
bucking gently in time
with lapping waves.
The gentle curve of rocky shores,
sloping slowly towards the waters bed,
kisses the line of trees
within this sheltered cove
before breaking into untamable sea.

The mind goes still
as sun meets its death,
staining the clouds in its bleeding light
before being born again come morning.
The sharp scent of pine
mixed with brine sting my nose,
a reassuring scent reminiscent of times
spent in the frothy expanse
of the thirsty sea,
as rich a blue as
brand new jeans.

The echoing night fills with
nightingales trills
accompanied by a solitary owl.
Crickets play the strings
while wind plays through the leaves.
The slowly crashing waves
create the underlying beat,
like the bass and drums of a band
giving the rhythm and purpose,
tying together my own private
symphony.

50 Years (Poem)

So, as promised, here is my first poem, now that it has been graded. It is not my favorite, but I'm sharing it as I sent it to her. I hope you enjoy!

You told me we would grow old together,
The two of us would never again be
Apart.
Now I look at our house
But all that is left is
Sorrow.

There’s your bulky chair that I always hated,
That never quite matched the décor
With its oversized green pillows.
Where so often I came home,
To see you sitting there,
Waiting.
It still smells like you,
The soft, musty scent of my favourite cologne,
Sweet.

There’s our picture,
Taken on our wedding day,
Me in my white dress,
You in your blue tux, impressing me, but
what ever possessed you to wear blue?
Like a strutting peacock with brilliant
Plumage.
Everything in this house is memories,
You and me.
Like chocolate and coffee, always better
Together.
To the end I never stopped loving you.

I remember the taste
Of your lips on mine.
I can feel your skin,
Your work roughened finger tips caressing me, like soft
Feathers.
Hear your voice that was beginning to crack with age
Whisper my name,
Softly.

You said we would be together for 50 years.
Who could have guessed that
You would be slip away from me
And the bonds of Earth
To see the other side.
Heaven.