Not
many people know that I'm a poet. I began writing poems when I was in
the fourth grade. I realized later on that all the Hymnals are poems,
and I loved singing at Church, even though I'm not a singer, but I do
love to sing. I have published one poetry book called Sensuous Books
Through Time and poetry in all my 12 Night Night Sailboat children's books
and the Aerospace trilogy and Dash Gordon, Dash Gordon His Story, and Rainbow of Hope Texas and the Piggish Birthday. I was requested to write this poem by a
famous person after I talked to her one day. She inspired me and I sent
the poem to her which she read on her program nationally and possibly
internationally. Thank you my Friend.
I Am Fierce
The seas are confused as my ship runs aground
The winds blow fiercely, but the ship is sound
It can take the weather, it can take the waves
But can it take the silence, the darkness, the sprays
The ship is now aground; how do I make amends
How can I be fierce against the seas and wind
Shall I wait for the rising tide
With my shipmates by my side
The seas will torment me until I see the morn
My ship lifts off the sand dune, no longer forlorn
Away from the rocky, treacherous shore
Further, for us to set sail evermore
I helm behind the red full-sail
The calm seas as I drink my ale
The joyful dolphins play before the bow
I forgot yesterday’s knowing how
To remember all the little things
I used to say, and I used to think
Gone are the real words I could speak
I’ll find the words; I have to seek
Set the sails another way
I’m afraid of what one would say
But I must be fierce; I must implore
Unlike a lion, I will silently roar
I’ll be fierce as I open my eyes
Life was fun with no disguise
Dream of years long ago
As the storm blows and blows
Through the blinding torrent of rain
I sit at watch; no one to blame
Seeking the calmness of the seas
With no one but me to please
I shall roar but not silently
For I find myself angrily
To have a death of me but not to die
My fierce roar intertwined with a cry
Fierce am I, Fierce am I
To continue life, I will sigh
Against the blankness of my mind with no cure
I loudly roar again, again, to endure
Fierce Am I
Renne’ Fletcher Siewers
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