Poetry

Nu är jag inne på sluttampen... Sista uppgiften var poesi. Ett försök till jambisk pentameter (googla det, det går fortare...) och två friverser. Enjoy and comment!

Formal/metered – iambic pentameter

The mirror cracked reveals reality
A million little pieces shining bright
Shattered like the true inside of me
Reflecting all the shine, leaving dark night

Once was there light inside this deep dark tomb
A soul intact, untouched and living strong
My steps now echo in this empty room
Where nothing lives, no light or shine or song

But in the darkest corner something burns
The flame is weak, but still it has some heat
It struggles, beating, burning and it yearns
And never will it bow to a defeat

Free verse

The ant
Struggling with his load
Little feet
Keeping the beat, like a drum
Heavy burden
Moving along the trail of many
Head up
He’s proud to be a worker
Eyes forward
The future seemingly uncertain
The ant
We all want that determination



My eyes squint in the sunlight
The seagulls shout hello
Like a pot left on the stove too long
My soul boils over
My skin in sun burnt where you touched me
You golden son of sun
Like a blender without something to chop up
My head keeps spinning
The waves whisk white foam against the rocks
The taste of you whipped cream