Author Topic: Poems - Fungus Forlorn and Disaster (Read 1097 times)

Matthew · « **on:** July 10, 2010, 04:32:20 PM »

Fungus Forlorn

A fanciful mushroom
The hat is a wish
the cap is a dish
Looking for somebody
looking for home
A field of mushrooms
but I am alone

Disaster

Blood in the water
and soot in the air:
Looking for time,
that we might prepare.
A pinch to a gallon
sure life isn't fair:
And life is mutated
by those without care
Bernardus Petraeus
dwells deep in his lair
Watching the lemmings
sink deep in their chair
While blackness, the horror,
comes out to be there.

Raoul76 · « **Reply #1 on:** July 10, 2010, 04:45:42 PM »

Are these yours, Matthew? They are good! Well, mainly the second one, but the first is cute. For some reason I picture you writing the mushroom poem before your marriage, since you talked about how you went through a period of searching.

They don't try to do too much and have an expressive naivete that actually hits home. They also have genuine charm. They are just... You. Without pretension. Unless they aren't you, in which case they are who they were written by... One of the first rules of art is to be yourself, don't try to be what you're not. You'd be surprised how few people achieve this.

Matthew · « **Reply #2 on:** July 10, 2010, 04:49:38 PM »

Yes, I wrote them.

I enjoy writing poetry -- I tried to write something bizarre, three times -- but each time I couldn't "ruin" my poem and had to make a real poem out of it :)

Yes, I understand how poems have a certain flavor or style to them. They come from the author, and have his mark.

Matthew

Elizabeth · « **Reply #3 on:** July 10, 2010, 07:59:00 PM »

Fungus Forlorn
:smoke-pot: :smoke-pot: :smoke-pot:

seriously, I love it.