I know it's been awhile, but I've been busy working on various things: a couple of new novels, a book series, a spin-off of Camp Aconyte, and the materials for my potential publishers, just to name a few. While I have you good readers roped in, I thought I'd keep your interest by introducing a post I like to simply call "Poetry Day". This is when I post a poem of my own for your consideration and reading pleasure. Granted, I'm no Poe, but I'd like to think there's some inspiration buried under the emotive muck.
This is the first true poem I've ever written, entitled "My Carnation". I wrote it in high school, and even entered it into the school's "Poetry Slam" contest (no, sadly, it didn't place). I got the inspiration from the custom of my high school (and perhaps many others), during homecoming, to give a white carnation to the one you plan on asking to homecoming. Typically, the Homecoming Dance is (from what I've been told) supposed to be easy to get a date for. With this in mind, you can understand where my sadness comes from in the making of this poem.
I hope you enjoy my work, and let it be a mere preview of things to come. Thank you for your time, and for your eyes.
MY CARNATION
Searching
for so very long
And
crossing every nation
Desperately
to try to find
My sweet
divine carnation
All the
others have their own
And make
the declaration
Deepening
my strong desire
For my
own carnation
My life
is empty, void of life
A bad to
worse gradation
But it
would seem much brighter
If I had
my own carnation
Sadly
though, I am alone
Mankind’s
abomination
And no
one seems to want to be
My
beautiful carnation
Myself at
best, I am a weed
I face
the degradation
Of
loneliness in the garden
Of the
cold and cruel carnation
I have no
hopes, I have no prayers
But
dreams are my salvation
For in my
dreams, I have waiting
My love,
my all, My Carnation
-- J. A. G.
