Low Bed

[flynightingale]

I fell victim to the warring winters
My soul foolishly plucked from my body
and perched atop the bough of 
a ripened pear tree

The bold faced moon bares no pity for me,
but trails near at my back as if 
pulled by a string

Once a humble spark in a world on fire,
should my fate fall to an unwelcoming earth,
nestled in a low bed

Or should the smoke curl and

Comments

[spyinak]

but trails near at my back as if
pulled by a string

Love the image this brings to mind.

So glad to see more of your poetry.

[flynightingale]

Thank you!

This was actually the first poem I wrote and posted to livejournal!

I'm working on a couple more right now...I just can't seem to stop messing with them! I'm looking forward to a day very soon where I can step back and feel good about the final product.

[spyinak]

Do you read poetry as well or just take your inspiration from life?

[flynightingale]

Good question, and yes! I try to keep a ratio of 3:1 reading to writing, and trust me, I can see the difference in my writing when I reading a lot more! I'm sure you can relate to that.

Do you have any good authors you suggest reading? I'm always looking for new material!