One More Angsty Candle Light Poem

Cool breeze tonight
The breath of angels
Grey sky at midnight
Never black, not now
Candle flame, gentle flicker

Who is that
Dancing, unseen?
She brushes against my skin, softly
Against this flame, too
Dancing to the same tune
Heart beats (heartbeats?) in silence
Just mine?

There's an angel for everyone
So they say
They walk by your side
But some nights
You just need a demon.

Corner-Eye Gloom

Did it rain for an eye-blink?
Or did it snow?
A corner-eye gloom
in place of this calm?
The skies may be clear
but I can't see them,
blocked out
by the cold, frozen flame
of a street lamp.
A corner-eye gloom
I wish for, tonight,
an edge to the calm:
sharp, cold, burning
but all I get
is that cold, frozen flame,
and it blurs.

A December Metro Train Moment

Rainpatter
and melancholy melodies
in midday darkness
hurtling forward
perfectly still
on meaningless errands
longing for misty streets
and towns that don't exist
until the jarring sound
of fellow passengers
chattering in alien tongues
breaks me
and I am left stranded
without an other world
to cling to.

For What? (Another Candle Light Night)

It's dark outside
Reddish sky fading into black
Last remnants of first snow
Glow beneath street lights
I lit a candle
Tori Amos is playing
Singing softly about winter
A peculiar kind of calm
A magical moment
Other clichés
The minutes float by
While tracks turn into other tracks
And there are no words for

I Lost a Button

Update: A few new (old) poems added

I added a few old poems from my archives to the poem page. These aren't really particularly good poems, more like collections of thoughts that have been going through my head at the time. They're rather melancholy, and some bits are quite personal, too.

Interestingly, along with the haikus I added were a few haikus written in Japanese. I have no idea what they say. I must have written them years ago when I was taking a Japanese class, but I've forgotten most of it since. Especially the kanjis. (Really, if it wasn't for the kanjis, I'm sure I'd be fluent in Japanese by now.)

Surreal Parakeets

I've managed to not blog for over a week, so here's a couple weird haikus to break the silence:

Surreal parakeets
Prance upon rainbow highways,
Feathers like strange rain.

(11 Feb 2007)

After the kerplunk,
Eerie silence in the pond.
Dead frog floating, still.

(12 Feb 2007)

First Attempt at a Limerick

There once was a man from Helsinki
Who always looked broody and thinky
And a lady, of sorts
Said 'A penny for your thoughts!'
But didn't pay, as the thoughts were too kinky

Aimless Steps

aimless steps
in brightness, pale blue
and not a wisp
but yellow leaves and brown
abound
feeding a cold, cold unflickering fire
of melancholy
in a place that can't be a heart
because hearts beat

Chillin' Words

these are chillin' words
late night words of
candle light, essential oils
of trying to find
a balance between the music and
the soft, soft sound of the rain
falling all day long
but only heard when something equally beautiful
threatens to drown it
in soft, black velvet blankets
or crimson perhaps
or deep, deep summer night's blue

chillin' words
an escape perhaps
from a world I do my best to block out anyway
escaping from escape
no stories tonight
just me
a moment of blissful oblivion
and the soft, soft sound of the rain
wrapped in its velvet blanket
that flows through me
with such beauty
as these chillin' words
mark the beginning of another autumn

And Logs Are Lighter

Update: Several new poems.

An update not involving RPGs or video games is a rarity here. But I managed to add a couple of old poems to my poetry page (which can be found under the Elcalen's Homepage section). The additions include a couple of themed series of haikus and couple more freeform pieces.

It is fascinating to read old poems several years after writing them. It's like reading entirely new poems, sometimes. Often I have almost no recollection of writing them. Which means that even I have to struggle to understand some the more surreal, flow of consciousness style works. And I'm not sure I always do, even though I wrote them myself. ('What is life but afterlife?' What on earth's that supposed to mean?) Of course, I'm not always sure I understand a poem when I write it. Sometimes they just sneak upon you and take over your pen...