‘Explanatory Note’/’Blood and Sorrow’ (new poems)

Hello! It’s a cold and dark and dreary day, and I’ve been saving this second poem for such a day as this. However, I realized that it is somewhat depressing, so I wrote a poem explaining why that is. I realize that I’m now like the mechanicals in “Midsummer,” but my poem is a little different from telling you I’m not a lion right before acting as a lion.


Anyways, poems! Enjoy!

Explanatory Note
By Maggie McGinity

This was not designed
To catch a line
To remind or to find.
This was not intentioned
To garner attention
Or raise apprehensions.

I am a creature of highs and of lows
Who comes and who goes
Through the trials and throws
Of this life.
I am a creature who longs and who yearns
To belong and to learn
How to get everything right.

My life is not only night.
I’ve tried to write a love song,
Or a smiling poem.

But the darkest places, not the trite,
Beg to be written down
And written out
And set alight.
I am led where the strongest moods take me
Always far from home.

So in this tome
I am left explaining how
I live my loss aloud
While others stuff theirs down.

I am exactly like you
Except, instead of doing whatever you do
With the things you’d rather not go through,
I tear a fresh page, and make myself anew.”

Blood and Sorrow
By Maggie McGinity

I am full of blood and sorrow.
One is easily lost.
The other leaves with silence’ cost.
But both return tomorrow. 

I am full of cold and ice.
One is thawed by rising sun.
The other’s years not fast undone,
But warmed by sacrifice. 

I am full of song and fury.
One is born anew.
The other follows you,
Watching your hearts hurry.

I am full of love and war.
Every day a battle,
As my loves move like cattle
Towards the nothing they were made for.”


“She shook her head. ‘I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.'”
-“Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”

“Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts
So it’s fairly simple to cut right through the mess
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess

And we are so fragile
And our cracking bones make noise
And we are just
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys”
-“Breakable” by Ingrid Michaelson


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