Poem

For my blog I decided to do a poem which I ended up writing.

I can see the shadowy night, and the dark silhouette of giant trees
And the dissolving snow, preparing for spring time
I can touch the cold chair with sensitive hands
And I can smell the earth as rain touches its surface
I can hear the whistle of an old swing, neighbors laughing, and the croaking of lonesome frogs
I can taste your sweet kiss, soft and harmless like the breeze against my skin
These are my senses, all five of them encountering pure beauty
But what do I feel?
I feel like the giant trees, alone and still and waiting for something magnificent
I feel like spring time, eager and ready and excited
I feel like the sensitive hands, curious and delicate, powerful yet small
I feel like the water… spiraling down in hopes and dreams to be caught by a beautiful net
I feel like the croaking frog, shouting and begging for its other half
And in this pensive moment I realize
I may be encompassed by graceful and alluring sights filled with awe and wonder
Surrounded by flowers with suns and muted grass
I may be next to happiness and joy and delight
Yet I do not feel content
Because I am the water plummeting towards an abyss, without a net
Because I am that tiny earth in the huge galaxy, without rain
Because I am the flower in the depths of winter, without a sun
Be my net,
Be my rain,
Be my sun,
Be my valentine.

I wrote this poem on valentines day because my valentine was very far away and I was overcome by the mood and general feel of the night, I was sitting outside and rain began to slightly fall against my face. The rain and smell of the earth reminded me of home so I decided to write and that is what I came up with. I think its important to express yourself, whether that be through poetry or some other method that is unrelated to literature. I like poetry because it is beautiful enough to be feminine yet strong and powerful enough to be masculine. I generally write to understand, not to express though, to understand how I feel in that moment... then I feel as if I go through an almost cathartic experience. Even if no one reads your work its still important to create something out of the emotions that you are going through.