NaPo V. Hallowed
Heaven-like, stirring up Hope for the poor ones Hollowed out in their bones. Hear now the whispers Hushed in their compact silence Hungry to know the truth of it but Held tightly after all. postscript NaPo day five. Pleiades.…
Heaven-like, stirring up Hope for the poor ones Hollowed out in their bones. Hear now the whispers Hushed in their compact silence Hungry to know the truth of it but Held tightly after all. postscript NaPo day five. Pleiades.…
Nous chassons le ciel Poursuivons l'éternité Tout pour votre cœur T'es pour moi la première T'es ma fin, toi, avant tout. postscript NaPo day four. Tanka.…
I wished to offer all I had for pain. To serve you is to suffer--I agree. This walking in a fog of fruitless gain Is ignorant and blissful--just like me. I'm driven in the force of cleansing rain And longing now to suffer and be free; In sorrow…
Come heavily into my midst and in this sterile mind Come sort the folds and pocketbooks of all I left behind. It's all just so and sharp and cold and filled with corners. Here: Come douse the stacks of hardened facts and set fire to my fear. The…
It’s westerly the spring wind blows His fervor breaks the idle clouds And muses stir– the moment grows. Should gentle breeze draw greater crowds The wind fills mountains with a song. The muse has come, the poet said. Bid gentle breeze move words along; The wind took up his…
At my first cry, my life began in death-- My own: for I, as all are, lost in sin, I moved toward my grave with every breath And every second let the shadows in. Thus shackled to my nature, I bemoan My wounds and tear my binds to no avail.…
One sonnet from the hands that raise, alive One syllable, one word, one turn of phrase Like rolling waves, the moments, they arrive-- Like light and life crescendoed on for days. So strike, composer, notes, and wave your hand Through music in the air. And raise your eyes You dancers…