Poem by Drake William Norup

Overeager Llama

With a tired body, but energized spirit
Stuck on ground like an adhesive sorrow
In the end no lift to give, even with a shove and a push
All because todays not tomorrow
The silent despair appears to be content
Muscles may be sore, but your spirit will sore
One last cage on the floor;
Then a fresh new face at heaven’s door!

Poem by Drake William Norup

Pupil of Place

Where is home if not with family?
Where is love if not lost when alone?
Where is faith if hope does not exist?
Where is beauty if you have sore eyes?
Where is gratitude if misunderstood empathy?
Where are smiles with a dark past and no braces?
Where is here and now if time is wasted?
Where is thought if not with God?

Poem by Drake William Norup

Dreams

A great day begins with the abrupt end of pleasant dream.
Awakening a longing to go back, a wish for your dreams to become reality.
Analytical thoughts of a realm once believed to be tangible.
Quick and brief the original was, yet the effect sticks.
Flow through the day with memories of a happier world in sleep.
Hope of the strongest kind in your nighttime dreams and daytime reveries.
An appealing future.
Or perhaps a changed past.
Oblivious to the world gone by fast, continued dream states will always last.

Poem by Drake William Norup

Subtly Consequential

A subtle difference, but not inconsequential.
The tree with one less branch felt incomplete.
Longing for its other part, taken by a stronger willed gust of wind.
Unable to move, forever searching, hope was beginning to wane.
In a forest with many fallen branches, the tree was often reminded.
Other branches tried filling the void, but the one which was lost was not easily forgotten.
Trying to find peace with the idea that the branch was nearby, decomposing and prepping for a new cycle of nourishment.
Still sadly not enough, remaining feeling of pain such as a fresh wound.
An unimaginable trauma associated with losing part of oneself, full knowledge that there will be return.
The tree without realizing it, sprouts a new branch with one tiny leaf at the end.
Taking the spot of the fallen branch, this new arrival would one day become the largest branch of them all.
Housing different birds and bees.
Arrival of new friends and life to a part of the tree which once seemed full of despair.
Subtle yet different, entirely consequential.
The dull injury has passed and paved way for newfound growth.