Those Words Are So Fresh! Snap!

First and foremost, I'd like to set these poems up. Years ago a friend of mine drew a picture of an elf holding a rose with a very neutral look on his face. By that I mean you really couldn't tell what he was feeling by looking at his face. He could have been deep in thought or mourning. Because of that, my friend wanted to draw two backgrounds for this elf: one that would be light and pretty and another that would be dark and gloomy. I decided that I would write two poems to match the mood of the two pictures. My friend never lifted a finger to finish the pictures, but my poems took about 6 months to complete. The main reason why I wanted to clear that up is because when people read these, they assume that the two are chronological and that the second is the end. That is incorrect. They are two separate timelines that reflect on two separate possibilities. Also, they're supposed to be seen side by side because of certain patterns in rhyming and word usage, but I was unable to keep the layout intact, so use your imagination.

Duality

The woods of life,
Devoid of strife,
A blessing to bestow.

A meeting place,
Showered with grace,
A scene for love to grow.

A lovely rose,
Beneath his nose,
Smells sweet within his hand.

A symbol of,
His dainty love,
For whom he waits as planned.

With fervent sighs,
And zealous eyes,
His gaze begins to beam.

She rounds their tree,
He starts to see,
As if he's in a dream.

The pair embrace,
And then replace,
A scene of one with two.

Transgressions fought,
Now matter not,
For love will see them through.


Dichotomy

Once full of life,
The woods of strife,
Now mute from sorrow’s stain.

The resting place,
For his love’s grace,
Awakens subdued pain.

Tears on the rose,
Fall from his nose,
And fade within his grasp.

Memories of,
His stolen love,
Make joy and hope elapse.

His weathered sighs,
And misty eyes,
Won’t mend his broken heart.

Their favorite tree,
Makes his soul see,
Its life is torn apart.

Her warm embrace,
Time can’t replace,
Things won’t be as before.

He wipes his tears,
Despite his fears,
To learn to love once more.