Summary: Why was Luna sorted into Ravenclaw? Perhaps her nonsense has more meaning; there is more to her than meets the eye.
Luna's Poems: a look inside some of her thoughts.
The last one, Morning Dawn, is up! It's my favorite of the four :)
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 2
Completed: Yes
Word count: 305
Read: 5363
Published: 02/03/08
Updated: 04/05/08
1. Can you measure it? by Trivia Camlee
2. My field by Trivia Camlee
Can you measure it? by Trivia Camlee
Author's Notes:
Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Luna is not mine, she is JK Rowlings. I am just writing from what I see as her perspective.
I hear laughter.
I like the smoothness of it,
And the way it bounces.
It makes me beam.
I try to weigh it, save it;
I want to take it out on a rainy day and share it with Neville or Ginny.
I have found out however, that
Trying to measure laughter-
It is like trying to decide whether Nargles are black with white stripes,
Or white with black stripes.
It is to count the raindrops in a puddle.
A lake.
An ocean.
To say where the sky starts, and where it ends.
Measuring laughter is trying to capture a beautiful high note in my head,
But the note slips away, gracefully.
I realise that laughter
Is the feeling of sitting on a windswept hill,
With the countryside spread out below you.
It’s so wonderful to hear, to feel.
It's impossible to measure.
So unique,
That you can't put a galleon or a number on it.
Laughter. It tells me to Love, Live, Learn, and
Laugh.
My field by Trivia Camlee
Author's Notes:
Here is number three! Any comments are appreciated, and thanks for reading!
The sky keeps my secrets,
In the puffy clouds.
In the blue and green bliss of a field,
The sky finds me.
I tell mother nature my secrets,
Ask her my questions.
Others absent,
I am enveloped in
the blue and white heaven.
I tilt back my head to the sky.
It matches my eyes when it is raining;
silver-gray.
A quaint truth I have come to love.
As I stand there,
The creamy white of the clouds cover up my day,
And I am left dazzled by the beauty
above my head.
The sky keeps my secrets,
In the puffy clouds,
In the blue and green bliss of a field.
It keeps my secrets;
All of them.
End Notes:
Note: For some strange reason, if you click 'next' to get to Morning Dawn, it won't go. I would recommend just going to the table of contents (click on Luna's Poems, and it should appear), and clicking on Morning Dawn from there. Thank you! :)
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