Give me a winter run through a sieve. Sieve-like the midnight the winter light gives, Cold to the bone-core, pungent and bold. Bold comes the sunlight, piercing the cold; Forever come changes in seasons of weather, Whether the winter comes each year forever. postscript For day ten of Mirror sestet.…
Love lightensAs soft starlight brightensEarth wrapped in a hurricane of snow Fold in a lampshade midnight wanderers who goTo feel with all their numbness, anything to knowCold itself is mortal, love not far Eternal, warm, unmarred,Snow-like stars. postscript For day nine of The Trois-Par-Huit. And interesting form based on…
In wisdom first, to proudly reign Philosopher and king, the same And leading captives in your train. O son of combat, turn again; Your first love calls you: counsel, thought, You traded them, and dearly bought Your flesh, your satisfaction, won And at what cost is all this done? A…
Oh fire, thou art destructive to thy core; An elemental force reducing all To elements original. Before Thy blazing path must all who touch thee fall. And yet thy flames do carry me and stir A hope for dawn, a comfort for tonight, Engulfed in spreading heat from head to…
Yield Fruit Sleepless Wanderer; Procrastination Has brought you naught but blank paper And now you feel the clock ticking, and sleep on your eyes. postscript For day five of This one is the Fibonacci, whose syllabic count is based on the Fibonacci sequence. Basically this one is autobiographical of me…
Come and see with your own eyes The lamb, the river, sandals, dove-- Once other, now incarnate love. Chief end of man--this sacrifice In power, but toward passing hour A kingly truth in servant's guise. This is the one we've spoken of: Come and see with…
Grass bends with the weight of tears Shed by clouds from starry spheres Just as mine weigh low my heart Til they fade with sun and years. postscript Day three of A jeuju, which is a traditional Chinese form. It can be five or seven syllables per line, and rhymes.…
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns To forever question, and ever to learn I gave myself fully to truth and to thought Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought. But she told me to rather stay curious: live Never contented with answers they give. Philosophy, science,…