Posted in fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

Faerie War

On cloud foundations, castles start appearing,
The sun submerging them in waves of gold.
They are new homes for earthforsaken faeries
Banished from life by grim conformity.

A war was waged on faerie folk by humans,
Their forest homes were burned down to the ground.
Some chose to sign the Treaty of Acceptance,
Which turned them into men; the others died.

But true death took the ones who lost their magic,
Becoming earthly kings, and slaves, and priests.
The ones whom death took up into the heavens
Now live in peace in castles made of light.

Posted in My Poetry, Writing

Why Don’t They Listen?

You’re singing a song,
A beautiful song.
It screams life —
Incessant melody,
Expressing both love,
And despair, and hope,
Hate and misery,
Joy and wonder…

You’re singing a song;
It penetrators the dark,
It cuts through matter,
It manipulates time.
Were humanity to hear
This song, all the war
And death would stop.
Tell me why,
Why don’t they listen?

Posted in Blogging, Challenges

Day I of the 3 Day Quote Challenge

This is an intriguing challenge. A huge thank you to Isaac Gathings for nominating me!

Today, I would like to quote Joseph Brodsky. The second poet-in-residence at the University of Michigan after Robert Frost, in 1988, Brodsky gave a speech to the university graduates. It is an inspiring piece of writing, and if you have a few minutes, I highly recommend reading it. You may agree or disagree with some points, but overall, it has some fascinating bits of advice.

My quotes for today:

At all costs, try to avoid granting yourself the status of the victim.

This, in my opinion, is very important. Brodsky maintains that calling yourself a victim makes your resolve to change anything falter; you place yourself in a position that demands help and compassion, a position in which you are likely to mistake a “measly advantage” for a “major breakthrough”.

If ever you get used to placing yourself in a victim’s shoes, this means you surrender your own capacity to do something. You should never forget that humans are capable of achieving great things. People with grave diseases, instead of victimizing themselves, live or have lived a self-fulfilling life (e.g. Stephen Hawking). People have suffered through war, torture, captivity and, by not giving up and relying on their resources, both physical and spiritual, many have become heroes.

The key is in how you perceive yourself.

On the whole, try to respect life not only for its amenities but for its hardships, too.

Not much to say here except that this is great advice. When you encounter happiness, rejoice. But obstacles are useful as well. After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and hardships make us realize important things that we may not have even thought about in an ideal, problem-free life.

Try not to pay attention to those who will try to make life miserable for you.

Basically, Brodsky says that it’s unproductive to dwell on those who have wronged you. Your negative emotional reaction may be what they want. Telling stories about how badly you were treated brings all the more attention to the offender. Forget or forgive them. Or better yet, do both.

So, the bloggers I nominate for the challenge are:

  1. Drew at TheTattooedBookGeek
  2. Elizabeth W. Bennefeld at Quilted Poetry
  3. Carol Campbell at WritersDream9

The rules are very simple:

  1. Thank the person that nominated you.
  2. Post 1-3 quotes each day for 3 consecutive days.
  3. Nominate 3 bloggers each day to participate in the 3-day Quote Challenge.

If you accept, don’t forget to send me a link to your posts, I’d love to see them!

Posted in Blogging

Eternal Clouds

White-hot lightning;
The sky is crying,
The clouds are dying —
They’re drained of rain.

Stormy chaos
Begins to dwindle
And clouds now mingle
With azure blue.

Clouds are beaten
But not surrendered;
They are remembered
In rainbow light.

Time is passing.
Again, they’re forming
To keep on storming —
Eternal clouds.

Posted in My Poetry, Writing

Prompt 30. Brave New World

We’ve been given a beautiful world.
Isn’t it perfect?
Empty save for the beauty of nature,
Built by the universe
Especially for us.

Our prayers were heard. This dimension —
Isn’t it perfect?
Peaceful and painless existence,
No obstacles in sight,
Cleansed by the universe
Especially for us.

We’ve uncovered a baffling truth.
Isn’t it damning?
We have our coveted infinity
Under the condition
That our emotion is forfeit,
Taken as a sacrifice
From us.

We’ve made a completely wrong choice.
Isn’t it stupid?
Our love will be lost,
Our lives will be plain,
Erased by a stranger force
From the Universe’s canvas.