Mirror Cracks

Awash in daylight Fading the starlight You, my muse, unburden me. Lady of Shalott, Do forget me not; My pen a tribute to thee. postscript For day 21 of The Symbi.

Rooibos

Tea leaves Peace in a mug I grieve The cold Driven out; light Unfolds In steam; Illuminate Gray dreams postscript For day 20 of A musette. Cute form. Hope everyone had a nice Christmas. Time to get caught up on this project before the deadline.

Fugitive

PoursuiviCome la proie du tigre,Et portée par le vent de nul partOu la paix arrive enfin pour moi, solitaire.Je suis apprivoisée, mon amour;Je suis votre et vous:Fugitive.   postscript For day 19 of --the triquain. Of seven or more lines per stanza, with a specific syllabic count.

I Know it Well, this Magic

I know it well, the feel of age Inside a book where every page Sets mind ablaze with answers. Look! The truth is hidden in a book. And wisdom, time, and love, as the reader will tell Leap from the page and coalesce: I know it well. It's

Santamas

Give me iPhone 6 for Christmas, Give me puppies, give me mirth, Give me money, cookies, movies; Give me Christmas with no worth. postscript For day 16 of --the Chatushka. Originally a Russian form, usually satirical, made of one stanza in trochaic tetrameter. Oh snap! Never thought I'd