Recently, I’ve had a strange desire to write a poem that rhymes. This is unheard of for me – I think the last rhyming stanzas I wrote were on a card for Mother’s Day ’96. I hate feeling restricted, and I’m rarely talented enough to create rhymes that don’t feel forced. But, in the interest of stretching myself, I’m putting this one out there – even though I haven’t quite gotten over the rhymes making me feel like I’m saying, “Look, look! You guys! I wrote a POEM!”
I’ve built a cottage in the clouds.
See? It plainly floats in air.
Both star-dappled and sun-streamed –
Birds, chorusing, respite there.
I’ve never needed more than whim
To float my airy life aloft.
The sky is simple when your goal
Is only to avoid loss.
She gave you all you’d need of hard
And firm, unchanging, resolute.
Escape, escape! Come waft with me,
Borne by the wind down scenic routes.
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
human in our skyward home.
Time to follow passion now;
Time to learn what dreams may come.
The poem above is my little homage to one of my favorite poems: “Lullaby” by W. H. Auden. Here’s the first stanza, which is one of the few pieces of poetry I have ever memorized:
“Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”