I stagger through elysian fields
Tripping on the turnips
Talking to myself in riddles
And blaming my troubles on the weather.
I'm married to my merriment.
I step on the broken twigs of my past
And my callused reveries stomp down
To the beat of my galloping heart.
I can smell laughter in the air
Like a pumpkin pie in Spring.
It tickles me.
I never fear not looking my best
Because I've never heard a dragonfly complain.
I hold my breath
Until I capture roses in my cheeks
And I exhale the dizziness
That I share with the world around me;
Alive in my serendipity of peace
And I
In its precious generosity.
I skip like a fool
And kick misshapen pebbles out of my indeterminate path.
My solitude cradles my fervor
As the forest cradles my heart.
Leaves sprinkle the horizon
And wink like pretty girls
Through the gentle golden hum
Of the setting summer sun.
I yawn inside-out
And stretch my fingers through mossy green fluff.
I bless my haven in silent whispers
That protrude from grateful eyelashes.
Three wafts of their grace and I'm lost to a hungry sleep.
But I'm not.
I awake to twanging screams
From a vigilant pest that gathers dust on my bedside table.
My aching fist remedies its tantrum and I'm on my way.
Gray visions fog up my bathroom mirror
And the pain of composure
Bites an early chunk out of my soul.
I crawl over paved structures
That echo in despair
And wonder how deep the slaughter seeps
But I refuse to believe that the magic has died
Because you can take The Hobbit out of The Shire
But you can't take my heart from me.
Tripping on the turnips
Talking to myself in riddles
And blaming my troubles on the weather.
I'm married to my merriment.
I step on the broken twigs of my past
And my callused reveries stomp down
To the beat of my galloping heart.
I can smell laughter in the air
Like a pumpkin pie in Spring.
It tickles me.
I never fear not looking my best
Because I've never heard a dragonfly complain.
I hold my breath
Until I capture roses in my cheeks
And I exhale the dizziness
That I share with the world around me;
Alive in my serendipity of peace
And I
In its precious generosity.
I skip like a fool
And kick misshapen pebbles out of my indeterminate path.
My solitude cradles my fervor
As the forest cradles my heart.
Leaves sprinkle the horizon
And wink like pretty girls
Through the gentle golden hum
Of the setting summer sun.
I yawn inside-out
And stretch my fingers through mossy green fluff.
I bless my haven in silent whispers
That protrude from grateful eyelashes.
Three wafts of their grace and I'm lost to a hungry sleep.
But I'm not.
I awake to twanging screams
From a vigilant pest that gathers dust on my bedside table.
My aching fist remedies its tantrum and I'm on my way.
Gray visions fog up my bathroom mirror
And the pain of composure
Bites an early chunk out of my soul.
I crawl over paved structures
That echo in despair
And wonder how deep the slaughter seeps
But I refuse to believe that the magic has died
Because you can take The Hobbit out of The Shire
But you can't take my heart from me.
Author notes
Go Frodo, Go Frodo, Go!
was an entry in the contest: allpoetry.com/
Written January 5th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- I Share My Birthday With J.R.R. Tolkien by ecrivain01.
400 points, ended January 23, 2006, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Congratulations on the gold! I love the journey you take us on... the ending is wonderful and leaves the reader with a sense of magic underlying the current world... and living in our hearts. Excellent piece.
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great write
The Hobbit is a good book, but it's really written for children. The Lord of The Rings was written for adults. Funny, my French version says okay for 11 year olds, but I know a number of adults who don't "get it". Anyway, as I said before, this is a great write. -
This shows alot of attention and hard work. Truely done with a style worth notice. I can't speak for the judge here, but in my opinion this has to be among the finalists. Best of luck!
Slyder -
gnarly man, this rocks my socks off at the tigers pit....
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Exc ellent job wit this! - joanne
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interesting interpretation, I liked the main flow and light heartedness of the first part, the last part though seemed maybe a we bit scratchy with the rythm.. but maybe that is what it should be since it is a dramamtic shift. nice write and goodluck.
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This was great! It's very cute in an odd way. The ending was very interesting! It made me giggle because friends always call me Sam. Bah! hehe. It was original and kept me interested. I like the structure, and the rhythm was great! The imagery is fantastic and it flows nicely. I truly enjoyed reading this… I love how it was playful yet serious and light yet dark... it had a series of complicated emotion. It just draws you in. The emotion I felt was astounding! Wonderful! Keep up the great work! I hope to read some more of your work sometime. Congratulations on a wonderful piece of art, and keep writing!!
Brandon
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That was cool. I really enjoyed the ending.
You can take the hobbit out of the Shire, but you can't take my heart from me.
Awesome. Very original poem. Never read another one like it. You got great style. Keep up the good writing. -
Very nice. I'm not familar with THe Hobbit. But by your poem i would like to be. Very good work. I love it. I wish you the best..</3
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---I'm not as big of a fan of the movies as I am of the novels, but I haven't actually even read The Hobbit. I love engaging fantasy; poetic, prosaic, proverbial.. you name it.
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May I ask which pieces of yours do you feel are the strongest? I've seen you comment on Corey's work a nice deal before, and have seen you around a bit and feel that I should read some things by you as well.
Please, IM me with some links so I can have a view.
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Justin, I wouldn't be surprised either. Not that I'm making any promises, but this is an awesome poem.
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In my opinion, this is one of your best in some time. What's even funnier is I have barely watched any of The Lord Of The Rings movies ever, and just didn't picture you as a kind that did.
Corey on the other hand... lol, I'm just joking.
Anyways, this was very full of life, imagery and current. I would not be the slightest bit surprised if this delivered you a golden trophy.
-- Justin -
Because I've never heard a dragonfly complain.
I knew I loved you for a reason
. I'll write half as good as you one day...
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The first half of this perfectly (and beautifully) captured the carefree life that the Hobbits wanted so much to protect. The second half is a really strong ending. I especially love the last two lines. Great word choice and imagrey as always. Although you won't need it, good luck in the contest.
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