Yes I fight you--yes for us A raging love's rightful lust New becoming day by day, Loving woes and wants away. Yes, I trust you--yes to you Hold my heart, marked whole and new, Full of darkness, feigned delight Reigns the noiseless rule of night. When I love,…
Come back and let the pauper in! I am aware of all my sin. I lost you in the dark and cold, Forgetting all I've ever been. 'Tis time to love, perhaps to scold. I won't be going back, all told, For I am yours…
This was my aim: To let grace in this time, Crescendo-ed, came to rest On what I stood for. Grace came and settled where The dead were heard to call. The ocean heard my call, And Neptune took his aim, Felling cobwebs everywhere Keeping muffled, echoed time With ocean waves,…
Beautiful moment, frozen in time and space forever. You, across crowds and noise and light like the herald of my end. You turn, and time accelerates while I am stuck--hear me cry out! postscript DFC day 31. Now I need to go back and write four others on the list,…
PilgrimSmall, afraidGrowing, walking, becomingJourneyman, master, beacon, warrior.Planting, pouring, standing,Boldly; tall.Citizen. postscript DFC day 29. The diamante is a form based typically around opposites, with specific rules as regards nouns, adjectives, verbs, etc.…
This written word Burned in ink forever like time-- This written word. It remains unspoken, unheard. All of life, but silently chimes In the rhythm of soundless, bold rhymes. This written word. postscript DFC day 27. It appears I am writing all the odd ones first. I shall go back…
August brought coolness, deadly Even for gentle hearts. I judiciously kissed life-- More, noiseless, old-- pah! Quickened, resting, stirring, thou undulating vestiges of winter. Vexatious is your zest. postscript DFC day 25. I told you I wouldn't upload them in order. The abecedarian requires the use of each…
They say a space in cluttered mess Suggests a sign of genius mind And hurricanes of stark excess Surround the thoughtful, guileless kind. The handwriting of quickest wits Is ugly, swift, and lacking bits Of letters, punctuation, ink-- For we write faster than we think. postscript DFC day 23. I…