World of Writing

His crown may be dented

His castle walls cracked

His throne faded and empty

And his kingdom forgotten.

Yet I still love him.

Still want his shattered heart

With his broken soul

Forever will I cherish him.

His treasury full of cobwebs,

Fireplaces dead and cold,

Tapestries dull and tattered,

With chandeliers hanging dim.

Yet I still love him.

I want his tired hand,

His lost eyes on me.

Forever will I cherish him.

Sitting there prone

A window sill alone

In the sunlight shone

My flightless friends

Glittering bright white

A flutter at the sight

Of my ending flight

By the fallen friends.

Hopping through paper wings

Examine each fluttering

Waiting for on that sings

Among my silent friends.

I take the one I see

And chose it to be free

To come and fly with me

My flightless paper friend.

~Silveretta

This poem was written for my mother. She had a friend of hers draw her a picture of a small song bird that was picking up the wing of an oragami crane among several that were sitting in the window sile. The bird is looking towards us as if watching us and ready to fly away.

The figure stood before you,

 A lone and bright flag held waiting,

One second turns into two,

The wait taking breath away.

Three, two, one, the flag now drops,

The woman stands braced and ready.

Two cars lurch from the first stop,

A race through the galaxy.

Swinging past the mining star

Over the entering line.

Go around the nebular,

Begin the speed to resign.

A final blast of new speed,

That last burst of hydraulics,

Space dust flies, you take the lead,

Cargo bay ready for your trick.

~Silveretta Fithran

That voice so long ago,

Soothing and calming woes,

A sweet voice in song,

Lulling the mind to sleep.

Gentle arms surrounding,

Held close in a warm embrace,

Rocked in the protection,

Knowing that here I’m safe.

The soft voice still needed,

When tears come yet again,

Embracing hugs still wanted,

From a loving mothers arms.

A tad late for mothers Day, but for mothers all around.

I’ve lost my smile,

Can you help me find it?

It used to greet me in the morning

But I didn’t find it in the mirror.

I know nobody borrowed it,

But asked the neighbors just in case.

I also checked the kitchen,

And couldn’t find it with the dishes.

I looked through the fireplace ashes

I got nothing there but dirty,

While looking in the couch cushions

I was sent to my room to change.

I couldn’t find the hidden smile in my room

I looked under the clothes both clean and dirty

When I checked my pockets I found only lint,

I even asked the monster under the bed.

When asked I looked on the porch

Thinking maybe it got washed in the rain

I looked twice through the mail

And found nothing but my missing letter.

I just don’t know where I put it

And I’m afraid that it has hidden.

I’ve lost my smile,

Can you help me find it?

This is supposed to be a bit funny. It is a little serious in the way that everyone loses their smile sometimes. Even when you lose it though you can always find it, sometimes it takes some help but it is there. I think this one needs a litte bit of help still, I simply haven't gotten it beautiful yet.