06 Dec 2003
Title: Collected Poems
Author: RurouniTriv
Notes: Okay, I was considering trying to do the advent thing, only with poems... I mean, it's open to fics and pics, right? And what are poems, but painting pictures with words?
Problem there being, I did about half a dozen of them, and realized 1) no way was I going to be able to come up with 24 Xmas/GW poems and 2) I probably wouldn't remember to post them on time anyway. -_-;;; So here's most of what I did, all in one lump since I didn't think y'all would appreciate me filling up half the first page with poems and I won't remember which ones I posted and which ones I haven't by tomorrow, since I'm totally distracted by the combinations of holidays & jobhunting. Notes, if any, after each poem.
The jester's mask is mine to wear
The jester's burden is mine to bear
The jester's mask conceals me well
The jester's burden's far more than his bell
The jester's mask is his wide bright smiles
The jester's burden must be borne through the miles
The jester's mask brightens others' days
The jester's burden upon my soul weighs
The jester's mask I wear for you
The jester's burden is worth it, too.
I'm much too young to feel this old
I'm much too young to be this cold
I shouldn't feel so very jaded
My life shouldn't be so bleak and faded
I shouldn't have seen so much so young
That life is so bitter on my tongue
I shouldn't have had to fight or die
From the time I was just knee-high
I shouldn't have had to wear this mask
Of uncaring, as I perform my task
I should have been able to be just me
And not a pint-sized mercenary
War is hell, that's what they all say:
For me, it's just another day.
Footnote: This one started out as Heero, and kind of morphed into Trowa about halfway through. Go figure.
It was a quiet night in winter when Duo came to stay,
And we don't know what we would do if he ever went away.
He's brought joy into this church, to Father and to me,
And I can't think of any child who'd more a blessing be.
Our Christmas once was solemn, a liturgical affair,
But now his pranks and jesting are the gifts that he does bear.
A miracle it is that he's so cheerful and so bright:
God's Own Christmas gift to us in this Festival of Light.
Footnote: Sister Helen isn't someone that we hear much about, but what the heck. She deserves a little time onscreen, just for what she did for our favorite braided death-boy.
I walk out in the silence
Hearing only crunching snow
And I pull my jacket tighter
As the quiet breeze does blow.
The moonlight gleams off snowdrifts
Lighting night as bright as day
And I gaze up at the stars that gleam
Sharp as if I were in space.
I heard a song of such a night
When the Son of God was born
And though I'm cold I know
That I'll regret to see the morn.
Footnote: I wrote this thinking of Trowa, but looking back it could be any of them, I suppose...
With these things I am blessed:
Presents ‘neath the Christmas tree
A family, large though scattered
Friends who stand by me
Peace, twice broke, now mended
One who loves me just for me
But things come at a cost,
No matter how blessed you be:
Blood spilled in fearsome battle
Eyes that no more sunsets see
Scars I'll carry to the grave
Ghosts that will not let me be
Let no one lie to you on this:
True freedom's never free.
It's always winter in my heart
It's always ice and snow
Always cloaked in whiteness
Soul killed by numbing cold.
All my fire is on the outside
Inside a snowstorm blows
I speak of honor and justice
But my own words leave me cold.
I seek for passion and for glory
And damn those who kill for gold
And all the while I shiver sadly
Mem'ry the only warmth I know.
Footnote: This one I wrote for Wufei, in case you couldn't tell.
(:./rt/poem14)
