Last of the Summer Poetry (a.k.a. my final load of verse written before the 2nd year of uni)

Hullo again!

Well it's that time again. My summertime antics have come to an end and university is once again beckoning me back with gradual, coldly familiar fingers. So, before I have properly returned, I have decided to update my hobby-blog with the last pieces of poetry I have written before the homework and coursework starts to flood in.
The first is a riddle poem called (somewhat unimaginatively) "The Writer's Riddle". Riddle me this, Batman! You'll NEVER guess the solution! Mwahahahahahahaha!
But enough of that. Meanwhile the second poem is a longer free verse piece entitled "Just This Once" which was written whilst I was burdened with the knowledge of my imminent return and the fresh uphill struggle that will doubtlessly be placed before me. WARNING - could be harmful to cheery dispositions. Sorry about that.
Anyhoo, here they are. As always, enjoy!


THE WRITER'S RIDDLE

A God made through the mark,

fingers drawn by mental strings;

I dye all blankness dark

with a thousand thought up things.

Ruled over by the yarn,

whipped forth by expertise;

I weave and then I darn,

my work is what I please.                   

Through my hand I help you see –

can you find the word for me?

JUST THIS ONCE

We’re boarding

but

I’m boarding

                        with                 more,

my baggage wound

round my wrist –

cutting.

Colour bubbling to them

while thin lips read                                         ‘COMFORTABLE’

and other pale lies.

                                    I’m bored of this

                                                            like you

but it comes in bursts

harsh

            by condition.

I may not take off this time.

I’ll try –

            Unsteady wings can still flap – right?

                                    You don’t have to hold my burden.

Just nod

            and smile

                        and be there.

I did it before,

                        I know the routine.

I know.

Just this once

                        let’s hope it’ll              take...

Anyhoo, to wear a cliched phrase down to its very bones, That's All Folks! And it really is until further notice. I'll let you know if anything changes :).


Thanks for reading,


Mr. Pondersome