My OperaPoem: The Journey Home and Cat
Sunday, May 28, 2006 9:29:46 AM
Hello!
Here is the second and third of my draft poems which I plan to publish on this blog.
It's called The journey Home.
In the weeks before I left home for university, I was becoming anxious about being so far away from my family and friends. I used to imagine the feeling of coming home for holidays and wrote this short poem to convey some of those feelings... I'm not sure about the poetic value of this piece, however it did make me feel better at the time.
The Journey Home
Green meadows roll like waves,
The warm breeze like a lover's caress,
Tall grasses swish and sigh with my passage,
A red sun is consumed by fire in the west,
Half moon, pheonix arises before me,
These lands welcome me with an open embrace,
Silent, my lady stands waiting on the threshold,
Cast against the light like an angel,
Good evening my love, my homeland,
I have returned.
Dominic Zietsch
The Next poem: Cat, is just a short, light little rhyme. I wrote this on New Year's day this year and it had been, I think, about 30 something hours since I'd had any sleep, so that may explain the nature of it. I was walking through my back yard and my Cat jumped from a bush and playfully bit my foot... which inspired me to write this short poem.
Cat
Coiled spring, ready to pounce,
I fly through the air, not weighing an ounce,
With eyes of emerald, I carefully study you,
In the shadows I dwell where a silence ensues...
RAPID I STRIKE... I can see your suprise,
Too hidden I laid, my plotting most wise,
Clever huntress, I have claimed my foe,
Bursting from darkness, on to your big toe.
Dominic Zietsch
Here is the second and third of my draft poems which I plan to publish on this blog.
It's called The journey Home.
In the weeks before I left home for university, I was becoming anxious about being so far away from my family and friends. I used to imagine the feeling of coming home for holidays and wrote this short poem to convey some of those feelings... I'm not sure about the poetic value of this piece, however it did make me feel better at the time.
The Journey Home
Green meadows roll like waves,
The warm breeze like a lover's caress,
Tall grasses swish and sigh with my passage,
A red sun is consumed by fire in the west,
Half moon, pheonix arises before me,
These lands welcome me with an open embrace,
Silent, my lady stands waiting on the threshold,
Cast against the light like an angel,
Good evening my love, my homeland,
I have returned.
Dominic Zietsch
The Next poem: Cat, is just a short, light little rhyme. I wrote this on New Year's day this year and it had been, I think, about 30 something hours since I'd had any sleep, so that may explain the nature of it. I was walking through my back yard and my Cat jumped from a bush and playfully bit my foot... which inspired me to write this short poem.
Cat
Coiled spring, ready to pounce,
I fly through the air, not weighing an ounce,
With eyes of emerald, I carefully study you,
In the shadows I dwell where a silence ensues...
RAPID I STRIKE... I can see your suprise,
Too hidden I laid, my plotting most wise,
Clever huntress, I have claimed my foe,
Bursting from darkness, on to your big toe.
Dominic Zietsch
