Alive, breathing calm delight, --Erstwhile, fortuitous, guileless-- How I justify kisses like mine, Never observing passions quite right. So, take up vendettas, without exonerating your zeal. postscript Abecedarian for DFC day 22. Each word beginning with the successive letters of the alphabet. I cheated on X. I didn't
Dear God, I lost my way. Not again, fool, you think. I thought I had it all planned, but, It's hell. Alas! There comes a time When fools stand before worlds Thinking they can make a difference. Oh, woe! What hope Is found in this? What else can
My, how lovely is this quiet sea, Breaking on the shores and on the lea Curling, tasting of the air and wind, Taking with its waves a part of me. Give it back: the pieces I rescind. Night calls for the cobwebs worn and thinned, Stretching in the grass--a well-loved
The warmth of you turns me into a mess, Overwhelmed and breathless at your touch. There's no one else who burns me, I confess. You are the king of night and day; as such You shall command me, come or go, for you. You take the flames and
Love in excess, then: Life will fiercely end Like night. Take up crosses when The heart of a friend Goes white, Cannot comprehend Worlds of ruthless men. Hope is rising: bend And, breaking, distend. It's right For the sake of ten, For hundreds: defend The light. Love, hold,