What a magical world it would be if we all believed a little more. Wise words and one of my favorites by Jack Prelutsky. Have you seen any dragons lately?
Once they all believed in dragons When the world was fresh and young, We were woven into legends, Tales were told and songs were sung, We were treated with obeisance, We were honored, we were feared, Then one day they stopped believing - On that day, we disappeared. Now they say our time is over, Now they say we’ve lived our last, Now we’re treated with derision Where we once ruled unsurpassed. We must make them remember, In some way we must reveal That our spirit lives forever - We are dragons! We are real!
I recently came across this piece that I wrote a couple years ago for one of my college creative writing courses. This was one of my first attempts at poetry but it remains relevant in my life today. My shadow still makes all the faces that I wish I could actually make at strangers on the street and every now and then, when I’m feeling down and missing my family in Colorado, my shadow expresses that too.
My shadow makes faces,
never when you can see,
always when your back is turned.
It bares its teeth at the nosy dog-walker.
and blows kisses to the dog.
They both have passed
and don’t see the faces that my shadow makes.
My shadow wrinkles its nose
as the Starbucks barista takes another pull from his cigarette
and my shadow continues to gag
long after the barista has disappeared.
It purses its lips at the tantruming child
beating its tiny fists in frustration
at the letters “N” and “O.”
That little red face doesn’t know the faces it inspires.
My shadow sticks its tongue out at the waspish business woman
with skin stretched taught over her skull
by the heinous bun wound atop her head.
She doesn’t see my shadow cringe at the carefully assembled hairdo.
It rolls its eyes at the oblivious teenager,
entranced in the pale light of the iPhone clutched in its talon.
That glowing information box deadens all else to the adolescent
but breathes life into the irate gestures of my shadow.
It sighs in the peace and the quiet
of an empty home
after a day of making faces at strangers.
My shadow cries
for bright familiar faces
reserved for holidays, the happiest times of year.
I don’t usually try to rhyme. This is one of my first attempts because playing with words is fun.
You love with the heart
Of an unloved man
Pitied for your part
Never sure if you can.
Claiming uncharted shores
And skies of deepest blue
While opening doors
That you would never walk through.
I don’t understand
Why you play the unloved man
When you know a better way.
Now your tears fall
Demanding an apology
That I didn’t call.
Oh, sweet tragedy!
Chin up darling.
You’ll find someone new
As soon as you stop pretending
To be the broken hearted fool.