THOUGHTS
REALLY?
I sit dainty they say
Pondering...
With a bow upon my chest
Rumbling
Ooohh the rumbles
They love the rumbles
But...
Should I?
They patter round an' round
Mocking me
Since they know their fear is gone
And so are my swords
My spotted Armour shields me
From the daggers of the cold
But also betrays me
To the eyes of man
I could kill them...
Play perhaps?
Yesssss
Only a bit
They taunt me
My helmet's horns
THEY PLAY WITH THEM!
They think i'm a toy....
Artist: Anna Vought
THE GAME
A train wreck of nerves
Stumbles in
Pat Pat Pat
The wolf king
He left
His now destroyed home
Alone
Last of six
Or so he thought...
Wet and hungry
He offers a link
2 links
In fact
Both broken
By a lion
And his arrows
He thought he was the last
5 remain
Photo courtesy of: andrew.perucho
HAD COLLIN
I rummage
In my chest of Legos
For the smallest fragments
Numerous
I snatch
In both hands
And collide them
My hands,
And the fragments
In less than an instant
New bricks for foundation
Are discovered
Though quickly the are gone
Scrambling
I search and investigate
The rug?
No...
Under the bed?
Neither...
Neither...
Where'd they go?
...
Humpf!
I'll just ask daddy Hadron for more...
Photo courtesy of: Sharon Drummond
These poems have no designated purpose but to be there and not suck. the first poem might seem so obvious until you see the picture. the art is a gateway for you guys to understand if you hadn't already. the title for that poem, I got from the look cats give you, when you start bothering them. right before the low grumble. The second poem is an Allusion the the book series game of thrones, book 3. it is understood extremely well if you have read the series recently. also, I might have forgotten to add some verses referencing the host of the marriage. The last poem is a personification of the Hadron Collider and the difficulty to discovering the Higgs Boson. It also, sort of brings me back to my early childhood.
