NaPoWriMo, Day 15: “Waiting for Winter’s End”

This poem was loosely inspired by a line from the song “Waiting for the World to Fall” by Jars of Clay. For a while when I’d listen to it, I’d mishear the line, “I’m waiting for the world to fall,” as “I’m waiting for the world to thaw.” This made sense since was from an album of music inspired by The Chronciles of Narnia. Regardless, it was inaccurate, so I wrote this poem as a way of using that misheard line that resounded with me. Obviously, it’s not as good as the original song, but I do hope it’s a good read.

Waiting for Winter’s End

“It’s always winter, never Christmas,” a faun once said.
Long has been the winter of my discontent,
For the Son has not made it glorious summer.
My heart is an ice block,
Frozen, cold, numb.
It sleeps, the memories of warmth but a dream—
A dream of hope.
I’m waiting for my world to thaw,
When ice and snow melt into life-giving water
To rouse me from hibernation, to refresh my soul.
Winter is not forever, and though spring is slow,
The ice will melt with a touch of the Son’s rays.

NaPoWriMo, Day 14: “Writer’s Block”

I have been keeping up with writing poems for NaPoWriMo–I just haven’t been posting them on time. Anyway, here’s another one. This one was inspired by my troubles with brainstorming ideas for poems (among other things). I’m not happy with it, though. It seems to meander and/or lack focus. Maybe I’m wrong. You decide, readers.

Writer’s Block

My Muse, my Muse, why have you forsaken me?
Penning a few lines is a chasing after the wind.
Inspiration is a prey I stalk with a club,
A club better used to break the dam
My mind built to halt the rapids
Of creativity, thoughts, emotions, insights
Refusing the river’s flow from mind to heart to hand to pen to paper.
Will they drink the water, my Muse?
Will it be refreshing or sour?
Is that why you elude me today?
Or are you in the torrent behind the dam,
Waiting for me to break through?