Possible TW/CW: death, sadness.
A bit messy but it's an entry!
The Muse of the Day (that's not the poem's name it's literally just what I've been thinking about hehe
I watched
the morning break
today.
It came quietly.
like someone
who dies
in their sleep.
A wash of grey
no colours
no sound
and yet
the sun still came.
With the sun
came a song.
A chatter
a laugh
a life.
But my ears
only heard
the battering
of wooden planks
a captain's call
a flood of foam
and
she sinks.
His pride and joy
gone.
But only
in a dream.
.
I watched
the daylight flee
today.
A world, quieting
once again
almost as silent
as the dark depths
where she
my heart
lays broken.
This is not
thriving.
But it is
surviving.
A muted
battle.
A phantom
fight.
Who dares to sleep
while the darkness
can find you?
I do not sleep.
I live a life
within my mind
and wish
that my dreams
were my life
and that my life
was only
a nightmare.
I read that and my immediate thought was, 'That is...
powerful.' I don't even know why. That was just the word that summed it all up to me.
And here is a poem I wrote immediately after, in response, you might say. No editing; don't judge it too harshly, I'm no poet
~
"A Day"
I saw the dawn break; soft pink streaks overlaid with gold
Gold like a coloured pencil, but so much better.
The gold faded and all that was left was grey
Why did the sun go away?
Then it came out again, bright, sharp, sparkling
Throwing every detail to relief
Then a storm came, and the grey turned the landscape gold
Curious gold, illuminating, lighting up
Dulling some yet brightening others.
Then after the storm came a gentle light,
Showing up green so very bright
The storm faded, the light was grey
The day tranquil, calm, such peace.
No trace of the storm past
But perhaps a lingering light
Luminescence that did not leave.
And then it was dark, the moon rode high
And the glorious day was done.