You bow in silence with a humble grace
Affording us this service you repeat:
To drive away the darkness with your face
While springtime flowers kiss your toeless feet.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
My First Cinquains
Take root
In constant love
That like a forest grows
All while the raging storm above
It blows.
A thing,
Familiar now,
But only so because
I distinctly remember how
It was.
There are
Stupid questions,
And stupid people who
Declare they don't exist; you know
They do.
In constant love
That like a forest grows
All while the raging storm above
It blows.
A thing,
Familiar now,
But only so because
I distinctly remember how
It was.
There are
Stupid questions,
And stupid people who
Declare they don't exist; you know
They do.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Thursday Riddle - Feb 20, 2013
These hairy hunchbacks huddle to keep
Warm all together as one;
The mantle they share in perpetual sleep
Is forged from a drop of the sun;
The huddle is broken with one of them woken,
And thusly their end is begun.
Warm all together as one;
The mantle they share in perpetual sleep
Is forged from a drop of the sun;
The huddle is broken with one of them woken,
And thusly their end is begun.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Ecphrasis of A Silent Tree
Picture courtesy my niece Zahraa. Thanks JM for what inspired the verse.
O wintery night, how cold is your touch,
My branches remember their leaves,
I miss their green laughter, I miss it so much
Till all of me shivers and grieves.
O wintery night, your stars lend to me
That with them my branches may play
The song of sweet silence, how it will be
The silentest rustle I say.
My branches remember their leaves,
I miss their green laughter, I miss it so much
Till all of me shivers and grieves.
O wintery night, your stars lend to me
That with them my branches may play
The song of sweet silence, how it will be
The silentest rustle I say.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Thursday Riddle (Feb 13, 2014)
Do not, oh please don't turn your back on me,
And trust me with your limbs for just another
Wee step, descend before you heed my plea:
No rungs, just up the one and down the other;
How pure the air of morning time can be.
You cannot forbid my arrival,
And though you may make me depart,
Returning am I when clouds gather high
Eclipsing the sun from your heart;
Or when you are lost in a tempest
Of heedless and dizzying mirth,
I come to remind you as subtly I blind you
To time in its glorious worth.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Thursday Riddle (Feb 6, 2014)
Although I resent this intruder
I host him without a complaint
And host him despite my complaint,
Lest he may assume me the cruder,
I deck him in apparel quaint
Of silky bright robes, many layers,
And let him remain here with me;
It grieves me, though, when one declares
Him grander than I'll ever be.
Updated, thanks to some healthy critiquing :-).
And host him despite my complaint,
Lest he may assume me the cruder,
I deck him in apparel quaint
Of silky bright robes, many layers,
And let him remain here with me;
It grieves me, though, when one declares
Him grander than I'll ever be.
Updated, thanks to some healthy critiquing :-).
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