Before - Legends Aludra Jinnobi's Poetry?UPDATED 11/9

I wish to include all my poems in this thread, and they will likely span all eras. Moderators, please send me a "C&D" if this is inappropriate for this forum area, but I couldn't find a place that included all eras of fanfiction.

Characters: various, possibly OMC
Setting: all
Rating: G?PG
Summary: poetry
Warnings: may be spoilers for SW movies and/or books, angst, violence, romance, non-canon, and extreme silliness
Beta: will be credited with poem, if applicable
Disclaimer: I don?t have any claim on the characters, places, things, or events of SW. They belong to masters Lucas and Watson. I only borrow them and try to do them justice. No Republic credits or boring U. S. money is being made from this, nor is it sought after.

Now for the poetry...


Master?s Invocation

O Sleep, you herald
Of every night-thought,
While the moonbeams
In his braid are caught,
As my young padawan
Lies so restless here,
Grant him sweet peace,
Not dreams of fear.

 

Wow, very simple and innocent.
Good job.

tapping fish
more?

 

Thank you, mujapple-juicey.

Raining

These drops run down the window
Like my tears run down my face
And I reach for my padawan braid
But it?s gone without a trace

Your large hands should have been
The strong, kind ones to cut it free
And I try so hard to picture them
But your dying face is all I see

 

Inferno

What is this fire burning inside?
It?s searing my soul.
I can?t fight; I can?t hide.

 

In so few words, you made me use up tissues.

 

*blushes* Thank you, mujapple-juicey.

 

Very, very nice! Nice imagery.

 

Even though your poems are short (and that's not a bad thing at all), I'm moved by the vivid imagery in them. You know how to pack an emotional wallop in the fewest words possible, which is what the art of poetry is all about - choosing exactly the right words. Very nicely done.

I especially liked this passage:
Your large hands should have been
The strong, kind ones to cut it free
And I try so hard to picture them
But your dying face is all I see

A very, very poignant choice of words.

 

Thank you, Master, and thank you, Nienna Narmolanya.

 

I promise to post some happier poems soon, but in the meantime, here's...

Padmé?s Darkness

How could I be so greatly blind?
My heart spoke louder than my mind
And now he?s gone, my Anakin
If only he would come home again

The world has all come crashing down
My own warm tears stain my gown
Please, hold me while I fall apart
I?ve got a black hole for a heart

 

Poor Padme!

 

Okay, so this one's angsty too. My SW poetry muse is off meditating right now, so I'm posting a slightly older one. Hope y'all don't mind.

You Were My Brother

Closer than my closest friend
A padawan like none other
My companion through the years
You were my brother...

From that moment long ago
When I first laid eyes on you
You were always destined
For greater things, I knew

I taught you everything I could
And your power grew in the Force
My rescuer you were nine times?
Though you?d say ten, of course

Rash you were, a crazy pilot, too
Without stopping to ask ?why??
You?d jump into the thickest fight
But at least you?d always try

I did not understand, or heed
When the wise warned me
?He is too old, and too afraid?
For my heart refused to see

The Chosen One, you were
How could you ever fail me?
The Dark Side and the Sith
For you would never be

When I heard you?d been deceived
I could not believe it true
But reason overcame my heart
And then, at last, I knew

Lost innocents, the younglings lay
Dead, upon the bloodstained floor
You knelt in service to the Sith
And I could watch no more

I ran at once to rescue you
But there, above the fiery fray
I saw that all the wise were right
For you were gone that day

And facing me with blazing eyes
In your place, a Sith Lord stood
My heart broke in a thousand shards
As I removed my robe and hood

And as you drew your saber
All that I?d believed of you
Fell to ruins ?round our feet
With everything I?d held onto

By your first strong saber slash
Your dark heat seared my soul
And as I felt our two blades meet
My agony was swift made whole

The flames welled ever higher still
As we locked blades of passions high
The flood of fire flamed around
As sparks shot through the sky

On we fought in deadly struggle
Your doom and mine was in that fire
I leapt free as we neared land
But you found it your funeral pyre

And I could only stand and watch
There was nothing I could do
As you killed the man you were
My brother, Anakin! I loved you...

 

Poor Obi too!
Poor everyone.
Somebody lend me another tissue box.

 

*hands mujapple-juicey a tissue box* Hope I'm not depressing you *too* much.

 

OOOO cool, a Wall-e tissue box.
Everyone else thinks I like princesses and give me pink ones.

 

Newly written...

What is he Like?

?What is he like, your master?? she said,
And countless memories filled my head.
A comforting hand, in a difficult task.
Laughter lines, at the questions I ask.
Strands of long hair, all damp with sweat.
A rebuke for bemoaning the cold and wet.
Sharp eyes that take note of my every flaw,
Yet a heart that touches my own with awe.
What to tell her, to answer her true?
How could I name what I see in you?
And then I saw it, clear and bright:
My master?s a star, of pure green light.

 

Another older one... Probably written right after I saw RotS for the first time.

The Death

I look down at her, lying so pale and frail.
Her breath is not steady now.
Her brow, so often raised in amusement or temper
Is lined with pain.
And I know.
I know she will not live.
In truth, she has already died.

Betrayal.
Its scent is that of consuming smoke
Its searing heat that of Mustafar.
She knows it now.
But it is too late.
Too late for her?and for me.
It is her death summoner.
It calls her away.

It could have been different.
If only
I?d never met the boy,
If he?d not been so headstrong.
Perhaps if I?d trained him better...
But no.

I will live.
Death has not called me.
Yet what life will it be?
Living with the bitter memory
That I never thought to know
But cannot forget.
I will never fail to remember.
I cannot fail to remember.

Fiery eyes have emblazoned it
Into my very soul.
Eyes of he who was my brother
Have fastened on the darkness.
There is no return now,
No reversal of the curse.
He is gone.

And so, now, is she.
Her eyes, once so full of love and hope and fear
Are closed, her breast is stilled.
And in the silence
Two small children wail
For the mother they will never know
And a father who is no more.

 

There goes that tissue box! Again!

 

Wow! You're very talented! I'm a big fan of well written poetry. Beautiful!

 

Again Aludra, I really enjoy your poetry. The rhythm, the vivid language, and the way the last lines drive the meaning home perfectly. I like the image of Qui-Gon as a star of pure green light, and the closing lines of the last poem are definitely tissue-worthy.

And in the silence
Two small children wail
For the mother they will never know
And a father who is no more.

Keep posting! I'd love to read more.

EDIT: I just realized I somehow missed "You Were My Brother." What a gem! Very lyrical, and again, vivid. I like how it tells the whole story this time, and I love how you describe Obi-Wan's emotions. That last stanza...

 

Beautiful! All of them! Retelling what happened between Anakin and Obi-Wan in rhyme I think was particularly awesome!

I hope you don't mind that I especially like the next one. You don't say who the master is, but I so see Qui-Gon in these lines.... I think you managed to capture both sides of him, the man and the teacher, and you only need so few lines to do it. And at the same time you show us what Obi-Wan feels as well.

 

*hands you another one*

Thank you.

Thank you. Probably needless to say, but I'm a Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan girl, so I'm glad you liked my portrayal of them. I'll keep posting as long as I've got poems to post.

I don't mind at all. And you guessed correctly about "What Is He Like?". I definitely had Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi in mind. Thank you.

 

After reading your other story, I knew I had definitely better check this out, as I knew I wouldn't be dissapointed! And of course I wasn't!

I really loved every poem, so I hope you don't mind if I review all of them:

Master's Invocation- Awww! Very sweet.

Raining
Your large hands should have been
The strong, kind ones to cut it free
And I try so hard to picture them
But your dying face is all I see So sad! Poor Obi-Wan!

Inferno- I'm not sure who this about, but it was sad!

Padme's Darkness- Wow, you actually made me feel sorry for her.

You Were my Brother- This one was so sad! And so very good!
And I could only stand and watch
There was nothing I could do
As you killed the man you were
My brother, Anakin! I loved you... Poor Obi-Wan!!

What is He Like?- Awww!
How could I name what I see in you?
And then I saw it, clear and bright:
My master?s a star, of pure green light.

The Death- There you go making me feel sorry for Padme again.
I will live.
Death has not called me.
Yet what life will it be?
Living with the bitter memory
That I never thought to know
But cannot forget.
I will never fail to remember.
I cannot fail to remember. And poor Obi-Wan too!

You really are very talented, to write such great poetry and great stories too. I'm hoping there's more where these came from!

 

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed them.

Not at all, I like reading what people think of them.

I had Anakin in mind, though it could fit many people, I suppose.

 

Newly written...

Don?t Cry, my Padawan

Don?t cry, my padawan.
See, my fingers touch your glistening cheek.
They?re trembling, but not like you.
I can feel your body shake against
My broken one.

Don?t cry, my padawan.
You?ve learned, and loved, and fought well.
Both pain and hope, I leave to you.
And the boy who walks the sky,
The chosen one.

Don?t cry, my padawan.
The night is dark, but it won?t last forever.
We?ll met again, I promise you.
Farewell, for this breath is now
My final one.