NaPo XX. Quatrain: Vici
I am an open piece of work to you. And all I know is how I've given in, And all I have is all my best. It's true; I'm sorry--you may conquer, but not win. postscript Day 20--the quatrain upon which my next series…
NaPo XIX. Rispetto: Defeat
I'm forcibly defeated here And by my own design, I fell. Just yesterday I heard your fear And thought to give it utter hell. But oh, it gave me hell right back; Exploited patience that I lack, And yours became my war to fight And now I'…
NaPo XVIII. Cascade: Winter Fell
I loved a summer rainfall It left me with a hopeless hope And filled me while it emptied me And made my winter fade away. I stood beside the garden Blinking at the greyish sky Promising a downpour. I loved a summmer rainfall. You could have told me rain could…
NaPo XVII. Epistle: To Truth
Dear Truth, I seek you more than mystery And sometimes more than grace For you stand above the cosmos And refuse to be erased. I personify your presence As the presence of pure light For you radiate your glory For the ones in endless night. I seek you in the…
NaPo XVI. Epistle: To Grace
Dear Grace, Without your touch I'm hopeless And full of vain regrets In your absence all my stumbling Deserves whate'er it gets. But you wrap me in a blanket Of mercy and of light To let go of all my failings, To accept the day and…
NaPo XV. Epistle: To Mystery
Dear Mystery, You hide behind the product Of a deep, deep kind of grace And love and life are artists Who compliment your face. I love your little raindrops And the heartache in the stars. I love the breathless wonder In the places where you are. You tangle me in…
NaPo XIV. Epistle: To Life
Dear Life, You lose me in the moment And the anger of my start. I dwell within your reaches Yet you stand far from my heart. I find you yet a mystery And wish you'd let me rest. But you've breathed in me a passion And…
NaPo XIII. Epistle: To Love
Dear Love, I sought you more than most And you became my end. Perhaps you are obscure, Perhaps you twist and bend Much more than I would like, Much more than life requires. Come back and sweetly stir The candles into fires. My first I have forgotten My last is…