tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52505399299259760922024-03-08T04:29:46.306-08:00Kate's ChapbookKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250539929925976092.post-71683312784166207492010-07-04T12:24:00.000-07:002010-07-05T09:11:05.098-07:00SPOKEN SUNDAY: VILLANELLE: Recruitment And Its Perils<div>"A hard, hard thing, the journey into space;</div><br /><div>No matter how luxurious the ship.</div><br /><div>There's hardships it is best just to embrace.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Recycled air and food, and, for to chase</div><br /><div>That down, there's water that has made the trip</div><br /><div>Through all your shipmate's kidneys. You must face</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>These difficulties and much more. And brace</div><br /><div>Your fragile self: in order to equip</div><br /><div>Our voyage, ere we leave the rocket base,</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>We must examine you, verify race</div><br /><div>And health." The poster read. Undaunted, Skip,</div><br /><div>Adventurous and young, signed up to chase</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>His dreams among the stars, and by the grace</div><br /><div>Of unknown gods, he won out, got his chip</div><br /><div>(To pay for necessaries). How his face</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Lit up; that is until he found in place</div><br /><div>Of his small bed, a monster! In its grip</div><br /><div>He writhed to no avail. Such was the case,</div><br /><div>Of scrumptious Skip, of whom there's now no trace.</div>Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250539929925976092.post-87318255121342693942010-01-29T12:39:00.000-08:002010-01-29T13:08:58.103-08:00A Superwoman's FarewellA teenager, I first learned that I might<br />Be more than merely human. How my mind<br />Did roil with thoughts of power! Then, the weight,<br />Responsibility was nil. I will<br />Tell now, though, of all the cost, the loss<br />That came with power. Listen, for all love!<br /><br />My first thought was "I can compel the love<br />Of Darryl Green!" I wished with all my might,<br />And he was mine forever. At a loss<br />I am sometimes - he dogs me still. I mind<br />This very much, and think I always will.<br />He's on my conscience daily, a dead weight.<br /><br />My powers grew. I could lift any weight,<br />Could bring back from the dead whate'er my love<br />Could not abide to be without. My will<br />Was law to all who heard me speak. My might<br />Could overpower any, and my mind<br />Retain all knowledge without e'er a loss.<br /><br />As I outlived them all, each single loss<br />Piled on my heart with ever greater weight.<br />I did my best to put them from my mind;<br />The planet's needs came first, and soon my love<br />Was like a distant goddess's. You might<br />Find this a cruelty. I'm sure you will.<br /><br />I tired of all the strife and with my will<br />Alone I built a fortress, far from loss<br />And those who would contend with all their might<br />With law and order's forces, throw their weight<br />Around in quest for power. I still love<br />Humanity in abstract, out of mind.<br /><br />Now as I beam this story to your mind,<br />O feeble scribe, let this, too, be my will<br />And testament. I cannot die for love<br />Nor money, but I'll soon pack up my loss<br />And migrate to some other world, where weight<br />And mere survival challenges my might.<br /><br />Plead as you might, you cannot change my mind.<br />The weight of years you must bear, if you will<br />All on your own. Please bear this loss with love.Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.com0