DFC VI. Cinq-Cinquain: Alive
Taken Against my will Fraught with fear and driven Like knives at a fist fight: my heart Given. Caught up Into blue skies Linen, cotton, woolen Soft as a breeze in summer sun
Taken Against my will Fraught with fear and driven Like knives at a fist fight: my heart Given. Caught up Into blue skies Linen, cotton, woolen Soft as a breeze in summer sun
Has your head a daring dream Which was once a light, a life, a gleam? Be it borne on wishful wings And let the light it boldly brings Find her foolish heart, Sink in, planted, soft, depart-- So bravely break the strongest seams. postscript Day four of the December Form
Fear in the laughter Joy in the slaughter; Son of sorrows And prophet's daughter. Love in the morning And sorrow at night: Take on the victory, Give up the fight. Come ye here, victor Sorrower's friend Halt love's beginning And start at the end.
There once was a procrastinator Who put off work later and later. The deadlines drew nigh-- She suffered and cried. What a self-imposed woe-instigator! postscript Day two. Don't wanna get too far behind on DFC on top of everything else. I am of course talking about myself here.
Dear Self, Thou hast become a greater fool Than years past Full of light and glory; grasped Love of jewels Bought with wisdom, now forsaken For wishes. Extend your frosty kisses Not just taken. Not just gone. Not just lost. Fool, this river's crossed. Repent the foolish road