Cheese

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…

Sight of Stars

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…

Brighter Still

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.…

So Help Me

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…

Heartsore

I am too far from where the rains descend. I am divided from the cool of shore And grey of sea. And where the river wends is far beyond my grasp. Oh, go before and reconcile the stars with where they end and I begin; I am not anymore. Until…

Soul Tanka

I remain empty Words go in and come out: both. But those that fall out Are full of my very soul. I cannot be replenished. postscript For day 17. Just a tanka, because finals are kicking my TAIL. I've written 1.25 papers out of 3.5 for…

Quarrels to Art

I speak Into voids and hollow trees In the middle of night. I speak And no one hears My tree falling. I speak And nothing comes of rhetoric But division. I write And wars inside come forth In art. postscript For day 16. From "Out of the quarrel with…

Iron Will

You look to stars for light and nothing more For beauty has no meaning to a brain That has no mind attached. You stand on shores And calculate the density of rain Or gauge the atmosphere without the wind To gently cool and soothe or stir your soul, For you…