For National Poetry Month

[alpharaposa]

Yes, I wrote plenty of poetry over the years...

An Apology

Sweet, you're not quite what I sought,
And I know the knowledge is dearly bought.
It is for the best; I could never rest
With you. I must look above
And walk with Him whom I most love.

(This was to the boyfriend I had before I began dating Brian.)

Treading the Paths of the Woods

I've made a promise for all my life;
I've pledged it often on my honor-
To stay on the path through the thorny woods
And offer myself as guide to the lost
That wander by; it is my duty.
I must help those who cannot see.

The light calls me forward, on, you see.
I've promised to follow it through my life.
It calls me after; no hard duty
To enforce my longing with my honor,
And then, to help all those who're lost
Seems just payment to let me travel the woods.

Even through the tangled paths of the woods,
One straight path I clearly see.
Though there have been times that I have been lost-
Lost my vision of the beauty of life,
And someone else who had pledged their honor
Came out to guide me and fulfill their duty.

After doing his plighted duty,
We tread together the paths in the woods
And speak of our lives, and what is honor,
And about the shining light we see-
That bright beacon ahead, a guide for life-
And are amazed at the blindness of the lost.

Yet we know how awful it is to be lost,
We, too, have stumbled from the path of our duty
Into dark brambles that scrape away life,
Leaving deep slashes. How harsh are the woods
To the lost in the thickets; there's no light to see;
Can't see the signs or the guides, bound by honor.

But when one has stumbled, then reclaimed one's honor,
It's easier to find and lead out the lost.
From hard experience, it is easier to see
The pitfalls that claim them. So, according to duty
We point out the tangled paths of the woods
And pick out the one that leads on to life.

And after pledging our honor, and fulfilling our duty
To the found and the lost, at the Soul of the woods
The goal we finally see, awed- the Light that is Life.

(This form was created by a mathematician- the poem was written for a class in college.)