The Poets

It’s been a hard week. I mean, a really hard week. There were assignments and arguments and apprehensions and assurances. No, that’s not really an excuse for me not to have provided you with a real post this week and I apologize for it. I promise that I will have a real new post next Friday and Part 2 of The Nightmare will be coming soon (hopefully on time, unlike this bothersome filler). So here, for your enjoyment, are the first two poems we sent each other way back in August, a couple of weeks into our relationship. Hope you like them and I promise I’ll do something for real next week. Until then, make sure to hug your monitor, and have a great weekend.

"You Make Me Think of Beautiful Things (Like Strawberries)"by Sabrael D. Carroll

A rabbit once did run and hide, from the world he saw,
Until the day a foxy came and took him by the paw.

Said she to him, "I do believe we have yet to meet.
I'll show you fun and happiness, and things oh so sweet.
Now I know I am a fox, and you should indeed be scared,
But you'll find I'm different," or so the Fox declared.
Like the stirring waters, I'll change all you think you know.
You'll see you'll like it all, along with what I'll show."

The Rabbit flinched, but took her paw, resolving to be brave,
He wanted to be different, be strong, and not just Fear's slave.
And with a smile the Rabbit spoke, though not sure what to say,
He found himself so happy in the world he lost just yesterday.
And so the Rabbit and the Fox did play for quite some time,
But this isn't the end, not yet you see, there is more to this rhyme.

The Rabbit said to the Fox, after many years had gone,
"You freed me from my prison and showed me a new dawn.
I am glad you came to me that day, once long ago,
And if you were to go, I would certainly be in woe.
I love you dearly I find, and I do so without regret,
Because we are a matched pair, together in a set.
Whenever I think of you, only one thing comes to mind,
The peace and happiness, without you I wouldn't find.
You showed me many things like how the blue jay sings,
And when I think of you, I think of beautiful things."

"Red"by Sorcha G. Dubhsioc

The fox tried always to be gentile
But it never went her way
Her teeth were much too sharp
So from soft flesh she'd stay

Though Bun broke through her defense
And caution she did not heed
She was so careless when they played
And from his side he did bleed

I'm so sorry Bun she did cry
I never meant to hurt you
I am a wild animal
And don't know all I can do

I cannot promise you that it
Will never happen again
But know I will always love you
Emotion I cannot feign

So please heal fast and know that I
Am always here just for you
To piece you back together
When I play too rough with you