Sound and Fury

I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!

I haven't written a poem in forEVER. So when I wrote three, I figured I'd share them. They're rough. They're raw. They're not all that good and they mean absolutely nothing. But that's okay because they're just meant for me. They don't NEED to mean anything. I write them selfishly.
I only post them for the world to see because I like a little praise sometimes. Or criticism, if that's what comes. I can work with that too.


Notes on creations: a post script

You can't write a poem about something mild. You have to turn it into something huge. You can't just write a sad poem, it should be unbearably depressing. You can't just write a sweet little confession of like, it needs to be a passionate declaration of undying love. That's what I do: I take little things and I inflate them into (hopefully) beautiful poetry. It's not that I don't feel those ways... I just don't feel quite as intense as they make it seem.

So many of my poems seem to come to me from looking outside on a really bright night when the moon makes the snow flow almost blue. There isn't a more beautiful, haunting, and (sometimes) lonely sight.
The second two are working titles. I don't know that I like them. The rythm and rhyme of the second one bothers me. It likely wont stay that way but I wanted to put it up anyways, so there it is. I'm too tired to play with it anymore now. The third one is my favourite so I left it for last :)
Yes, I do actually write my poems in the dark. And yes, there is a Twilight reference in there. Goddamn Twilight... it just fit so perfectly with what I wanted to say!! :(
I suppose I can always say it's an allusion. Somewhat of an inside joke. Do you get it?
If not then I guess that poem wasn't for you, now was it?

Marina Reid



Moonlight White Snow

Glistening
In the dark night
The moon
Serene and watchful
Bathes the world in her glistening light

Silver moon beams
In the black
The world
A lake of silver shimmer

The night on fire
Cold silver fire
The snow aglow
With magic

The earth is a mirror
Reflecting the beauty
The magic
The light
Of the night

The earth is a mirror
And the snow is aglow
Reflecting the silver fire of the moon
Reflecting the silver fire of my heart

Pale bare skin
Glowing white
In the burning silver light
Bare feet
Warm against the cold snow
Arms outstretched
Naked arms reaching to the sky
Catching moonbeams

Arms spread open
To the sky
To the sun

Waiting
To warm this cold silver fire
That burn so feircly in my heart

(c)Marina Reid 03.12.09



To my Darling, Whispered Softly

Do you have a moment to spare
In your busy life?
I have something I'd like to tell you.

I want to tell you
How you dazzle me;
But that's been said and done:

I want to say to you
What you mean to me;
But the words are lost on my tongue.

I want to make sure you know
Why I feel flustered by you;
But I couldn't really say why:

I want to try to explain
What's so perfect about you;
But I'm too afraid to try.

I want to make you see
Why I cling so hard to us;
But even I don't understand all my fears:

I want to know if you feel
Just as strongly about us;
But I'm frightened by my thoughts of years.

Do you have a moment to spare
In your busy life?
I have something I'd like to say:

I want to tell you, to tell myself,
How much I love you;
But using that word frightens me away.

(c)Marina Reid Hale 03.13.09



The Highway of Inspiration Indecision

Before me
The road stretches onward,
Disappearing into the distance:
Into the black night.
Endless possibilities,
An infinity of uncertainty;
Now I understand why they say
'The vast unknown.'

With nothing but the pale foggy moonlight to guide my way,
Onwards I trek.
Through the silence,
As the music dances and sings
And explodes in my mind;
Ever onwards.

Through the quiet dark,
I travel onwards:
Travel home.
A violent storm of light and sounds
Fills my little world.

I travel onwards,
To write my sparkling thoughts;
I travel home,
To write my poetry in the dark.

(c)Marina Reid Hale 03.13.09