Dragon on the Breeze
Nikaem
And from the turret window she stood staring
Wishing to escape the pressure of rule
The thought flowed forth and no one knew but her
She came often and wished for relief
Soon she began to beg
Then one night it seemed she heard an answer
Like a whisper on the breeze
"We shall come for you if you call our names"
In panic she searched for the voices
But she was alone
Perhaps it was her own mind answering
So for long years she never went to wish
But as it came time to marry, she again began to wish
And the voices returned "Only call our names"
But them she knew not
So in desperation she jumped from the window
But the voice was there and then she saw them
The knight in shining armor on a crimson winged dragon
As she fell and death was near
She felt the gentle loving arms of the beast
As she disappeared into the land of myth and legend
Author Bio
Nikaem lives in Canada and says he writes "as a way to cope with just how life beats on me." He is not sure when he started writing, but the first poem that is on paper has a date of 1983.
He recalls high school as the most horrific time of his life. As a loner he recived the attention of every bullybut and that is what colors his writing. The last english teacher he had told him not to write any more -- that he had no talent and his work was an affront to those who are true poets. Nikaem says he never really understood that but kept on writing anyway.
He says his method of writing is to still do it the old way with a pen and paper then put it on the computer.
His favorite poem to date: "The Anarchist Poets" by Eli Mandel. He says he loves this poem.
His favorite quote -- "A writer is someone who writes, not someone who is Published."
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