Day 10: Static

I've got nothing but a blank page.

disconnection breeds my discontent.

Cyclical despair fights my attempts

to break the moldy mold. 

Shout it out!

I can't hear your voice

over the endless, silent noise.

Friendless on the crowded shores.

Would you draw the yew-bow?

When the river runs slow.

Strike the heart of winter's wolf,

break the bonds upon the earth. 

Link by link upon my chain,

day by day upon my pain.

I walk the line, of oak and pine,

until the scent can purge my mind. 

Day 9: Golden Days

We were young and army-strong,

The golden days were sleepy-long.

Strawberry Lips

and 

Fearless Blue

Sitting on the sunny stairs,

building castles in the air.

Our hearts were bound,

Our hope was found.

And time can never change the sound.

But you turned Red and I was Gold,

in the windy fall that made us old.

We traded innocent for wise. 

I know I gave you winterwounds,

with snow and frost as my perfume.

But you still held me gently,ever-so-tight.

Empty it may be, my dear,

But love will cast away the fear.

Doors may close, and seasons pass,

but friendship binds us,

present....past....

Day 7: The Struggle

Love and war,

blood and gore

I cannot find the holy cure

Gridless...Godless

Helpless...Hopeless

I have seen it all

empire buildings fall

Cynicism, atheism

bitterness and burning gall

Tired of hearing angry men

pretend to speak in lines

tired of hearing hippies

who are tired of hearing lies

And perhaps I'm just a bug,

who shakes his fist at The Machine

Who is merely trying to...

keep its windshield clean.

How I wish for wrong and right,

shades of gray

against my skin

Nothing true in sight.

So I'll stay up all night

and watch

the 

sunrise

Day 6: River Anthem

Picture by Tom Murphy, Poem by Joy 

Day 5: Missouri Love

I saw a man 

down by the river

sitting on the greengrowing bank

The heat pressed 

against my skin

As the crickets

shouted in my ears

So I sat with him awhile

He had a bearded smile...

And the muddy water

      rolled by

Day 4: Humanity

“You see,” said Aslan. “They will not let us help them. They have chosen cunning instead of belief....."

-The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis

Wind the clocks
 and roll the dice
Tell the tales
 of Men and Mice

Shall we coat our tongues with iron?
Throw the books upon the fire
paint The Box with seismic lines
Lock away the Love and Ire.

We: sagacious
now surmise
There is no truth
There are no lies

If The System's god,
and God is dead
then we've no place to lay our head

Murm'ring, muttering,
philosophic rules
Oh that I were a child,
for all men are fools

Day 2: A Psalm

Today is the day

The Lord has made

I will turn my face to the sun

His name is written

On every drop of dew

And each blade of grass

Carved in stone, inscribed in glass

Let’s run together

Greener pastures,

Cerulean skies

Tranquil eyes

When your life is not your own

He is my shepherd,

I am resting,

I am drinking in

The light

(Some lovely art by Janina Kobel 

http://www.paintingsilove.com/artist/janinakobel)

Listen to this and watch the sunrise, and tell me you don't come out with a similar poem:

This post is part of the 30 Days Series