poem challenge 3

Mimic a poem after one of your favorites, following punctuation and line breaks.

Because I could not stop for Death (479)

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove — He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess — in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather — He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet — only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice — in the Ground –

Since then — ’tis Centuries — and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

A Drifting Poem (as poems sometimes do)

I’m obsessed with pens-
I love the spill of ink-
I have quite the collection-
Searching for perfection.

One in every color- many black
They splatter thoughts
Onto the paper i find.
Any surface will do-

One that’s special, it has been claimed
It sits- I mean it glides-
Between her fingers as she writes-
Composing prose with me.

I confess- I won’t let her take it home-
So that I can have a piece of her-
One that no one else can claim-
My gypsy- my gypsy girl-

I hide from rejection but she
She sees me all too well-
The pieces of me I shelter-
Oh how — I shield myself-

Building walls- build high- and yet
She walks past them again
Still somehow not knowing
I keep it sacred for her.