Despite my lying prone beneath the weight Of haste-invented reasons not to try Still, the burning lights will not abate. No fear within or out assails my eye To cripple what is left of my ascent Or stand between the voids, the goal, and I. The waves may batter shores
What must the sonnet bend its form around? What must the ode give tribute to, or laud? To what belongs the metered verse, or sound Of rhyming couplets? Let them describe God And let them speak of love and justice well. It seems to fit the villanelle to sing Of
The sight of stars in growing dark Lends the soul a comfort still Knowing darkness will not fill The night completely; no, a spark Is always there, no matter where Your thoughts may lead you; blank and stark. The doubt will come again, it will-- But stars will light your
The road is paved with light which welcomes dreamers Out of deserts, into gardens Only to remember In the desert The stars shone brighter still. postscript For day 20.
I knew you when you cried And I caught your tears. We're the same age, But you're my heart's daughter, Really. He'd better deserve you now And work hard to deserve you forever because so help me I'll punch him