{"sf1_id":1145473,"sf2_id":"A1pj6OJm","title":"Completed Poems from Missives","author":"makyo","words":515,"posted_at":"2017-02-17T19:57:00.000Z","tags":["Experimental","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145473-completed-poems-from-missives","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pj6OJm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/26/1f/261fe2be-33b0-466f-9465-b1c180c53f23","description":"I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing when it comes to poetry x.x I really want to learn, since form has always been intriguing, but I have no idea where to start. Kinda just flailing at it and seeing what happens, and to that end, I finished all of the poetry snippets from Missives, just as a test to see if I could write like a 19th century poet.","content":"Though the flow'r may bloom ere long  \n\u0026nbsp; and night recede unto the dawn,  \nso yet may love's embrace grow fond  \n\u0026nbsp; and still be spoilt upon the wan.  \nBrave are you and wield your smile:  \n\u0026nbsp; A cudgel, tool, a keen-edged blade.  \nYou are not wan, love is not spoilt;  \n\u0026nbsp; thus I be slain and love not fade.  \nHave I any need for flow'rs?  \n\u0026nbsp; For nights, for dawns, for words or breath?  \nWith so keen and fond a blade,  \n\u0026nbsp; There's naught to fear in life or death.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; So slay, then slay! For now, I care not how,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I need for naught but that which love allow.\n\n* * *\n\nThough every climax approach a denouement  \nAnd every dawn a night,  \nEvery moment worth sharing  \nMay be worth stealing.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Were it with you,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Delay, then, the morn.\n\nWhen every touch lingers as if forever  \nAnd yet seems to pass too soon,  \nHearts reach out to hearts,  \nTo seek, to aim, to keep.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Were it with you,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Delay, then, the morn.\n\nSurely it's cruelty that need begets need begets need,  \nAnd yet need may bring pleasure.  \nPleasure may hurt, ache, burn,  \nMay steal hours of night.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Were it with you,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Delay, then, the morn.\n\n* * *\n\nI reach for the ewer of water,  \nI hope to quench the heat.  \nI beg for yet another serving,  \nI hope to fill my need.\n\nThe water -- cool -- cools not  \nWithout thy merry presence.  \nThe food fills, passes, is gone --  \nYet leaves me empty, yearning.\n\nThough the heart may quicken --  \nThough the tongue may lap --  \nI shall sup no greater meal  \nThan thy gift entrancing.\n\n* * *\n\nOn reading letters late received,  \nI felt within: the fox --  \nYelping, yowling now, crying needfully --  \nMyself, a craving beast.\n\nYou find me at a disadvantage --  \nPanting and aswish --  \nWould that distance be traversed as easily  \nAs hearts t'wards yearning hearts!\n\n* * *\n\nA rose, single, now blooming  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; may indeed bless the stem,  \nyet are not roses clipp'd and shown?  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Undoubted 'tis a blessing to them  \nwho receive such a gift!  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Yet now unmade is the flow'r  \nwhich adorns thy mantle with its grace  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; and withers, however slowly, by the hour,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; until 'tis faded to nothing and dust,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; though some scent remain forever amidst the must.\n\nA rose, single, now blooming  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; is perhaps best left on the stem,  \nits beauty to be admired amidst the growth.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Surely 'tis better to long for that gem,  \nthan witness beauty wilt and dry!  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Yet now one must long indeed, must burn,  \nMust yearn forever for that grace.  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; To watch that growth, to explore stem's turn,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; day by day would destroy, weakening one by the hour,  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; A rose, single, now blooming, forever holds all pow'r.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227263-bruise-vision.json"}}