Flit about tiny sparrow Warbling chitter to & fro Strut along, the bounty Plenty, Eating tidbits as you go Snow White feathers With specks of black Your classic beauty is Astounding Your melody so gleeful The catchy tunes echo Resounding
One day life will make sense, One day the dreams we spin will become the steps we walk. One day the moon will not bring us to our knees And one day perhaps we’ll forget all we need to remember all we’re meant to. One day we won’t doubt ourselves or talk ourselves out of the best parts of living. One day we’ll make time for what matters. The voices the breathe peace into us. The kisses that seem to trail along time travel And the moments that can never be repeated. One day we’ll stop holding ourselves back, Stop making excuses and instead start making time. One day we’ll wake with purpose, Dripping in love and no longer wearing the heaviness of anchors on our hearts. One day we’ll be true to ourselves Our own north. And we won’t be able to go anywhere but in the direction of our soul. One day we’ll stop and feel a summer rain on our bare skin. We’ll wake on snowy mornings under heavy comforters just relishing the languid warmth of bare skin caressing tantalizing fingertips. One day we’ll cross the equator for love For ourselves, Around the world and back again Returning home more ourselves than ever before. One day we’ll be able to turn down mediocre and stop needing to learn in order to love. We’ll recognize what we have while gazing into its eyes. One day we’ll see ourselves for who we’ve always been not our mistakes, Progress or how far we have to go. One day we’ll forgive ourselves for everything that occurred to bring us to this moment Forgiving almosts, Nightmares And the holes we dug to hide within One day we’ll breathe, Open hearted Feeling everything Alive, Loved And ready One day will come around again And perhaps it will be real enough. That we’ll finally be able to see it with new eyes Because one day will come That will make all others worth it. One day to make everything else fall away. One day to see what matters most Is everything you already Always had...
The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter.
RULES : -The paradelle is a 4-stanza poem. -Each stanza consists of 6 lines.
-For the first 3 stanzas, the 1st and 2nd lines should be the same; the 3rd and 4th lines should also be the same; and the 5th and 6th lines should be composed of all the words from the 1st and 3rd lines and only the words from the 1st and 3rd lines.
-The final stanza should be composed of all the words in the 5th and 6th lines of the first three stanzas and only the words from the 5th and 6th lines of the first three stanzas.
“Paradelle with the stars”
Meet me on the darkest sea of dead stars. Meet me on the darkest sea of dead stars. When the waves burn my skin, I’ll remember. When the waves burn my skin, I’ll remember. I’ll remember the burn on the darkest sea of dead waves. When my skin, meet me stars.
Fall into this faulty trap of myself. Fall into this faulty trap of myself. Explain me without understanding why. Explain me without understanding why. Explain this faulty trap of myself. Fall into understanding why without me.
Buries your sadness in my abstraction. Buries your sadness in my abstraction. Because time worries us eternally. Because time worries us eternally. Eternally in my abstraction, your sadness buries us, because time worries.
On the darkest sea of dead abstraction, explain your understanding. Without me, when the waves burn my skin, I’ll remember this faulty trap of myself, because my sadness buries us. In time, worries meet me. Stars fall into why eternally.