Daily Archives: April 28, 2013

NaPoWriMo, 2013, #28, Pretty in Pink

Pretty In Pink

My lady calmly crests the hill.

She wears the pink colors of innocence,

     her steed white enough to blind your eyes.

The battle stops as if every man has turned to stone.

Holding, with caution, her delicate pink parasol

     above her steed’s handsome, nodding head.

 She tilts her rose-tinted face as she comes slowly down the hill

     Smiling as if seeing not the insanity that has taken place.

  She sees not the dark red blood and gore running in rivulets,

     limbs now belonging to no one, strewn about recklessly

     as if they had dropped from the sky.

My lady smiles as she meets the eyes of the frozen fighters

     knowing that this battle has everything to do with her.

Knowing that with one word she can stop the carnage.

She takes no notice of the breezes bringing to her the

     overwhelming smell of warm fresh blood.

Her steed tiptoes through the entrails of men no longer men

     and moves its ears forward to the sounds of moaning.

Both steed and lady proudly walk onward

     and over the next hill.

The battle resumes its ferocity.

Napowrimo

  • One last poem before I go to bed:

The earth isn’t what it appears to be

Each living thing has its own part.

Grandmother Spider has made it all work

together with no sign of a heart.

Although each thing lives on another

it will work out in the end.

The winner will someday be loser,

The loser will someday defend.

Never will things work together.

The earth doesn’t have enough room.

Species keep disappearing.

It’s only just part of earth’s gloom.

When I get to the other dimension

and am able to see Dad again,

I won’t give a hoot about earth things

Or what I’ve been through or have been.

I look forward to my next journey.

I’m not worried at all about death.

I feel that death is a beginning

of another nice sort of a breath.

Please don’t feel bad when I leave you.

You’ll soon be joining me, too.

And after our rest in the graveyard

we’ll have many more things to do.

New places, new thoughts, new beginnings.

Who knows where or with who we will be?

If there’s nothing then we won’t be worried

Because we’ll be gone don’t you see?

So don’t miss me please just look forward

To things that we can’t even sense

and don’t look so sorry and speak of me

as if I was in the past tense.