I will not reach my best before I die. Perhaps upon my passing, I'll confer A greater worth to all my pen supplied And maybe one or two will be preferred By readers who come after. But not yet-- Oh no, I've miles to go before…
One sonnet from the hands that raise, alive One syllable, one word, one turn of phrase Like rolling waves, the moments, they arrive-- Like light and life crescendoed on for days. So strike, composer, notes, and wave your hand Through music in the air. And raise your eyes You dancers…
Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear…
If you, who are the emptiness of space Fill all that is and was and will yet be, And to beholders have a nameless face, And see the future as a memory, Why then do you watch sparrows' darting flight, Or give a name to roses and to stars?…
These vast expanses broader than the skies And deeper than the ocean, just as blue Are unobtainable from where the view Is struck by light and hidden from my eyes. Oh marvels of the farthest-reaching space, Oh nebulae, oh planets, ancient stars, Already naked eyes have fought such wars To…
This Case I'll Take Only For You, Said The Curling Pipe Smoke With Eyes. postscript Word Sonnet for [link] 's February Sonnet Challenge, day two.…
4.27: Sophia by *LaBruyereA beautiful piece of fixed form poetry postscript Why is it all my weary days are spent In turning cowslips into rays of sun And floating over blades of grass, unbent And drawing four conclusions out of one? No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence…