PoursuiviCome la proie du tigre,Et portée par le vent de nul partOu la paix arrive enfin pour moi, solitaire.Je suis apprivoisée, mon amour;Je suis votre et vous:Fugitive. postscript For day 19 of --the triquain. Of seven or more lines per stanza, with a specific syllabic count.…
I know it well, the feel of age Inside a book where every page Sets mind ablaze with answers. Look! The truth is hidden in a book. And wisdom, time, and love, as the reader will tell Leap from the page and coalesce: I know it well. It's…
Give me iPhone 6 for Christmas, Give me puppies, give me mirth, Give me money, cookies, movies; Give me Christmas with no worth. postscript For day 16 of --the Chatushka. Originally a Russian form, usually satirical, made of one stanza in trochaic tetrameter. Oh snap! Never thought I'd…
Take heed you bitter fools with nothing else to do But pick apart the actions of those who aren't you; Uppance cometh, tongue in cheek, sneaky like a snake And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake. Take on somebody's problems, take…
Every poet's forced to cease Where stopped by language limits, And wrestle with thoughts that tease; Stuff too much meaning in it. postscript For day 14 of The tanaga. Originally a Filipino form, though I wasn't sure if you were supposed to have a certain number…
Sweet history, near infinite your sea, Wave on wave, relentless to your shore. Come now and pave a mystery for me. As humankind has known so long before, The beauty of the stars is in their age And I look up, no need to disagree Upon my lips. Oh no,…
And you are why I write My pen ink-poison dipped Unsettling, hopeless sight. May muses thus be gripped, Transfixed as blood flows out Where wing-like pen was clipped. And may I never doubt The force of pouring ink To ease the come-about Of everything I think On paper, writ in…