On poems

My cousin writes poetry, and is rather good at it, so I decided to feature one of her poems here. This one is a pantoum, which I've never been able to write very well, so hers impressed me quite a bit. Of course the content of the poem is her creative copyright.



Green Sky

To make love under a pale green sky
To see you clean as you never were,
While the sun rises and the rain god smiles
And feel you dream of anywhere

To see you clean as you never were,
To switch off minds, and cease the trials
While you dream of anywhere
We’ll think deep thoughts and reconcile

To switch off minds, and cease the trials
Wholly real for a moment only
We think deep thoughts and reconcile
For as long as hope can hold

Fully real for a moment only
Brother, would you lie with me
For as long as hope can hold
By the running stream, ‘neath the willow tree

Brother, would you lie with me
Not a word to pass our lips
By the running stream, ‘neath the willow tree
We can say more within a kiss

Not a word will pass our lips
As we pause, not to leave
We can say more within a kiss
Now we step aside and kneel

We pause, not to leave
While the sun rises and the rain god smiles
We step aside, to kneel,
And make love 'neath a pale green sky.