Post 1; Opus IV

To keep things short, this blog will be a venue to share my poetry and reach an audience larger than my immediate friends. I am working on a complete collection I have titled A Winter Without Snow, 25 poems in total, and will share them here. The poems are untitled, only numbered, and their place in the collection has no relevance; merely it represents the order in which I wrote them. Feel free to say what you wish in the comments, however know I have only posted the poem if I feel it is in the forma ultima, so constructive criticism here may be lost on me, as I have endured a significant deal leading up to its posting. It is my hope that all who read here will find themes and images which are relatable, profound, and above all: enjoyable.

Without further adieu,

IV

A small creek once ran,

through a forest not far.

Deep did it reach to places

which I could not follow.

For even were it to guide me,

I did not know the way to whence it went.

Yet oft did I doze near its lull,

Small leaves from nearby trees

Gently brushing me ever into sleep.

And when I woke,

Down water would I watch

To dream long landings

Which I could never see.

And so it was through watery dreams

That I knew you to be just downstream.

But yet between you on shores soft,

And I dwelling in forests far,

Was a journey I could not make.

So I returned to sleep then

Ever knowing this small creek

To be an ocean in disguise.