Profess satisfaction.
Dissimulate the heart.
Espouse altruism.
Iveigle the spirit.
Adryn Phillips
Adryn
I like new creative challenges and sharing with creative, ambitious people. Hoping for more of that here. :)
2017 – Hour One
Wind Blows
Your path halting
Inspire Zeus
Your sails exalting
Rain Falls
Your thirst mounting
Summon Poseidon
Your cups amounting
Fire Burns
Your body freezing
Require Hephaestus
Your frost easing
Earth Stalls
Your ground unsteady
Invite Gaia
Your foundation ready
Love Heals
Your heart broken
Desire Aphrodite
Your wish spoken
Twenty fourth poem
Are you my friend or enemy?
An ally or a foe?
Are dreams and nightmares messages,
Or warnings, or random, I don’t know.
Fears and feelings given form,
Beauty and pain and rage and joy.
Promises, hope, and I have no choice.
Must sleep, I can’t avoid.
Twenty third poem
False praise, who am I?
Not enough, wanting, shut up
Failed my heart, I suck
Twenty second poem
To my future babies.
I can’t believe how lucky you are.
I learned the hard way what love should be,
I’ve faltered and fallen,
I’m covered in flaws,
But she fills in the pieces,
As I fill in hers.
We’re partners in love
And we’ve made you a home.
Twenty first poem
If I could escape like Spaceman Spiff.
If I could fly like Stupendous Man.
Imagine myself into someone I can stand.
Bill Watterson, you made it look so easy.
Twentieth poem
Floating above,
I look on my life.
I’ve gotten the part in the play!
I know my lines,
I’ve practiced, rehearsed.
Stage make up is all in place.
The show goes well,
They ask for encore.
Who am I to decline?
The costume seems real.
It hides all the scars.
That helps keep the illusion.
Nineteenth poem
Let’s go exploring
Let’s run away
Into the night
And into the day
I’m asking, imploring
Just come out to play
And if it’s alright
I’d like you to stay
Let’s fly away, soaring
Get out of our way
And by our own might
Claim freedom today
But I’m dreaming, I’m snoring
I’m foolish, but hey,
I’ll give my best fight
No cost I won’t pay
To escape all that’s boring
And get out of the grey
Finding the light
Amidst disarray
*Opening line from The Complete Calvin and Hobbes – Book 3, Bill Watterson
Eighteenth poem
Be you, your true heart
Actions speak louder than words
Just follow your soul
Seventeenth poem
Memories, every day,
Sewn into a square.
It’s past halfway,
Multicolored, and it may
Be big enough to share.