The teen years. Many of us started writing poems during that time of emotional upheaval, joy, and heartbreak. Some of us continued to write; some left it behind as they found solid ground for their stumbling feet. Jen shares with us poems that she wrote as a teen. Far from happy/sappy teen love, these poems convey the turmoil of love lost, and love found.
And when into the ground I’m laid
All solemnness and still
There is no word that can be said
To ease the creeping chill
The tendrils of the loneliness
That over them will advance,
Regretted time they can’t confess
The pain of no last chance.
My little ones and giants too
Who turn their eyes above,
Of all the things I ever knew
The best of these was love.
I loved you all, I love you yet.
Love does not pass away.
For given love more love begets
In God’s eternal day.
So mourn me now, and then rise up
And seek me in your hearts
For life is more than bitter cup
Love never does depart.
They dress them up in dragon’s breath,
The velvet crowns of thorns
And dance upon the slender stalks,
With grace our lives adorn.
The shimmered head, the wide-flung wings
That promise to give flight
Belie the fearsome power there,
Hidden in plain sight,
To strip away the ache and dread
Of facing one more day
And with pure awe of beauty bound
Give place to come what may.
The dragon stoops and skreighs and dives,
We tremble now in fear.
The orchid sways in whispering breeze
And grounds in beauty here.
The freedom of the wingbeat skies
The awe of painted bloom
Hold, both, the selfsame longing soul
With love become its doom.
[Photo credit: mirabbi, at morguefile.com. NOTE: ‘doom’ means something that lies in the future and will inevitably occur. It doesn’t always mean death and destruction.]