I fear poetry. When I'm serious, will I make people laugh? If I attempt to be vague will anyone get it? Today I'm inspired though. Inspired and brave.
My very public attempt at a poem. I hope it touches your hearts.
Ode to the Blasted Squeaking Cricket
Glossy obsidian armor
Talent oozes, your song inspires
Delicate strings played to perfection
Fingers of dusk,
Encroaching twilight,
Awakens your siren song.
Memories flow with your symphony,
Hide and seek, tag
Campfires and stolen kisses
Somehow, you’ve stolen
Into my home
Alone, the notes fall sour
Thoughts of you flood me
Crushed obsidian shell
Squished cream filling
Die, cricket, die.
