Weapons of Choice

[anirbas]

Torn by a past
none the less
we did mourn

Stalked by vampires
harassed by zombies-
forced to fight or take flight

Sleep deprived and lovelorn
on the run, deep in the night
we befriended one the other
built castles in the air,
word by word, poem
by poem, song
by song, tale
by tale

Storytelling
loss and rebellion
our kinbonds

Swords and quills
our weapons of choice

~*~


(a shout-out to The Major and she knows who she is)

[anirbas]

Would that insignificant I
could dry thy tears, heal thy wounds;
ward off those whom would bring sorrow to thee.

Would that I, could offer thee
a goblet of fierce red wine to warm
thy spirit and bring a smile to thy countenance.

Ah, sweet sister(s) of the sword,
would that I had more to offer thee
than a kind word and an open ear...

For then, I, too, might know
how myself, to heal...

[moseley]

For we all seek the salve on some unknown mountain cliff
in some unseen dark corner of the earth, in legend we hear
of a miracle that sandwiches itself between the slices
of what we are and what we wish to be

[anirbas]

Oh, drat! That is quite lovely, Moseley. Thank you for sharing an offering on this thread. And after I unwittingly snubbed our poetical brothers, too. Trying the bait and hook routine...lol...Trying to draw the Major out...(and she knows who she is! gigglegiggle)