# Completed Poems from Missives

Author: makyo
Tags: Experimental, Poetry

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.

Though the flow'r may bloom ere long  
  and night recede unto the dawn,  
so yet may love's embrace grow fond  
  and still be spoilt upon the wan.  
Brave are you and wield your smile:  
  A cudgel, tool, a keen-edged blade.  
You are not wan, love is not spoilt;  
  thus I be slain and love not fade.  
Have I any need for flow'rs?  
  For nights, for dawns, for words or breath?  
With so keen and fond a blade,  
  There's naught to fear in life or death.  
    So slay, then slay! For now, I care not how,  
    I need for naught but that which love allow.

* * *

Though every climax approach a denouement  
And every dawn a night,  
Every moment worth sharing  
May be worth stealing.  
    Were it with you,  
    Delay, then, the morn.

When every touch lingers as if forever  
And yet seems to pass too soon,  
Hearts reach out to hearts,  
To seek, to aim, to keep.  
    Were it with you,  
    Delay, then, the morn.

Surely it's cruelty that need begets need begets need,  
And yet need may bring pleasure.  
Pleasure may hurt, ache, burn,  
May steal hours of night.  
    Were it with you,  
    Delay, then, the morn.

* * *

I reach for the ewer of water,  
I hope to quench the heat.  
I beg for yet another serving,  
I hope to fill my need.

The water -- cool -- cools not  
Without thy merry presence.  
The food fills, passes, is gone --  
Yet leaves me empty, yearning.

Though the heart may quicken --  
Though the tongue may lap --  
I shall sup no greater meal  
Than thy gift entrancing.

* * *

On reading letters late received,  
I felt within: the fox --  
Yelping, yowling now, crying needfully --  
Myself, a craving beast.

You find me at a disadvantage --  
Panting and aswish --  
Would that distance be traversed as easily  
As hearts t'wards yearning hearts!

* * *

A rose, single, now blooming  
    may indeed bless the stem,  
yet are not roses clipp'd and shown?  
    Undoubted 'tis a blessing to them  
who receive such a gift!  
    Yet now unmade is the flow'r  
which adorns thy mantle with its grace  
    and withers, however slowly, by the hour,  
        until 'tis faded to nothing and dust,  
        though some scent remain forever amidst the must.

A rose, single, now blooming  
    is perhaps best left on the stem,  
its beauty to be admired amidst the growth.  
    Surely 'tis better to long for that gem,  
than witness beauty wilt and dry!  
    Yet now one must long indeed, must burn,  
Must yearn forever for that grace.  
    To watch that growth, to explore stem's turn,  
        day by day would destroy, weakening one by the hour,  
        A rose, single, now blooming, forever holds all pow'r.

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