Myth

     Surprise, guess who was sprung with a unexpected announcement? Turns out, I'll be needing a second poem for this Slam thing going on next week. It's hard to enough to write one poem with meaning, but to figure out two that are equally important? That's what I find difficult. I'm still juggling my options of doing my Insignificance poem first and then this one, in order to get my better poem presented, or to do this one first and hope it's good enough to carry me to the second round. If that's the case, then I am sure to win with my other poem... But who knows. A $50 pot is up for grabs, though I don't exactly need it. Anyways, here's my second poem, enjoy.

I am the one who rises the sun in the morning

and shines light through your bedroom window.

Racing over golden fields which you run through

As you gracefully tread over hills of grass,

Which sways in the day

and dances to the music of the wind. 

A beautiful nymph in the open of the world.

But soon the hills dipped into darkness

And ominous clouds rolled over the skies.

A thunderstorm of suffering

A lightning flash of pain.

An angry God of jealousy and hate.

I watched you flee to cleaner skies

And calmer rivers.

I'd be the shimmer on your shoulder

In the reflection of the pond.

You stare so selfishly, seeing only yourself,

ignoring those around you, longing for a love.

But in that reflection I did not see you,

But him.

A visage of everything I wish I could be.