Yield Fruit Sleepless Wanderer; Procrastination Has brought you naught but blank paper And now you feel the clock ticking, and sleep on your eyes. postscript For day five of This one is the Fibonacci, whose syllabic count is based on the Fibonacci sequence. Basically this one is autobiographical of me
Come and see with your own eyes The lamb, the river, sandals, dove-- Once other, now incarnate love. Chief end of man--this sacrifice In power, but toward passing hour A kingly truth in servant's guise. This is the one we've spoken of: Come and see with
Grass bends with the weight of tears Shed by clouds from starry spheres Just as mine weigh low my heart Til they fade with sun and years. postscript Day three of A jeuju, which is a traditional Chinese form. It can be five or seven syllables per line, and rhymes.
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns To forever question, and ever to learn I gave myself fully to truth and to thought Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought. But she told me to rather stay curious: live Never contented with answers they give. Philosophy, science,
I run red lights without regret. The road: a winding, dark roulette And night sky falls on upraised arms. Here I am, remotest stars, And ends of earth is where you are. I'm smothered in ten thousand charms. The rushing wind hides warning; I Will risk a glance