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…
Go and see the hope Given to the poor ones-- Gentiles-- sweeping the ocean floors, Grasping at alms while they may. Grieve for the poor in joy, but Gaze on the horizon; God hears. postscript DFC day 22. Technically I am caught up, despite that it's after midnight…
In purple dressed and crowned with light The people marvel. At the sight Of you in splendor we delight; This is your right, this is your right. To grow so old and die in bed In peace with grey upon your head; This is the life you should have led--…
The depth of you calls into depths of me Roaring like a waterfall with waves Sweeping like the breakers of the sea. Near to me and clearly all I crave Despite my willful wanderings away. Your love I'll take with me beyond the grave. I'm buffeted…
Iron work with eyes: You spoke just like a machine. Do you have a soul? postscript DFC day 19. Haiku.…
Ocean cold, breathing Far beyond feeling Alive. Metal lungs stinging With your heart ringing Contrive. You have no reaping. Why your soft weeping? It comes with seeking; Hot and cold swinging. Arrive. This is yours, weakling Into the sweeping You drive. Out with the fleeting Ocean cold, breathing. Brothers succeeding…
Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear…
DFC day 16. I'm catching up! I typically don't have to use the mature content filter, because I don't usual write darkly. But I thought the Kyrielle, with its repeated refrains, bears being used on a thought-provoking topic. The Kyrielle is a French form…