A Whackadoodle Poem: Introductions

Written in a form I call a double sonnet, this poem tells you a little about me.

Photo by Isaac Ordaz on Unsplash

Introductions

I have roamed coasts, and mourned over sea gulls
tangled within the seaweed so sweetly.
I saw the midnight sun; and fed eagles
raw meat from a knife, while their eyes pierced me.

I have charted constellations within 
a midnight lake’s black star sparkling surface;
slept where only a fire warmed my skin 
and life was no longer some frenzied race.

Sampled sour grapes by starlight within 
vineyards, while I wandered towards an ancient
fortress swollen by voices of lost kin
softly warning of lives less permanent.

Stolen pineapple from the field where it
grew ripe and juicy; tasting of the sun. 
Ate by a secret waterfall; each bite
dripping; dove in to wash my face when done. 

I’ve danced in open fields, while thunder clouds
rolled in from three directions; and watched with
friends as the sky ripped open in vast sounds.
Late into the night, we whispered of myth.

I have felt the joy of someone I love 
touching my flesh; and I have fought beside
a brother that simply wanted to live.
I know what fills a life from the inside.

Being, not having, gives satisfaction;
full lives can be measured by an action.