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A poetry blog featuring works that will move you, entice you, and stimulate your creative fancy.
Blog Tags: poem - poetry - writing - writer - bard - life - poems
Blog Added: December 01, 2017 05:30:45 PM
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The Forests of Our Youth

We walked through the forests of our youth Together, But the trees dropped their leaves Too soon.   The flowers, though fain to fight The onset of autumn,  Succumbed to frost, Petals falling in a final flash of color.   Two paths diverged, And I, ever the wanderer, Forged my own way, But you – … Continue reading The Forests of Our...

We walked through the forests of our youth

Together,

But the trees dropped their leaves

Too soon.

 

The flowers, though fain to fight

The onset of autumn,

 Succumbed to frost,

Petals falling in a final flash of color.

 

Two paths diverged,

And I, ever the wanderer,

Forged my own way,

But you – you did not follow.



The Cricket’s Lament

The cricket’s lament Sounds loud in the morning light. Summer, oh glorious season, they sing. Such light, Lasting long into the hours of the night.  Such heat! How wondrous it is, to suckle at summer’s supple teat. Summer, oh glorious season, Thy end draws nigh, And I release you, with a whisper, and a sigh. … Continue reading The Cricket’s...

The cricket’s lament

Sounds loud in the morning light.

Summer, oh glorious season, they sing.

Such light,

Lasting long into the hours of the night.

 Such heat! How wondrous it is, to suckle at summer’s supple teat.

Summer, oh glorious season,

Thy end draws nigh,

And I release you, with a whisper, and a sigh.

In the moonlight,

The cricket’s song rings out as summer takes

Her final, flaming flight.



These Still Waters

Is not another soul troubled By the inexactitude of timepieces?   The pendulum swings to and fro – And, ho, another, just a second out of sync.   How is it so that, given world enough, and time, They find harmony in one another?   The sun rises; the sun sets, And Helios, Sun God … Continue reading These Still...

Is not another soul troubled

By the inexactitude of timepieces?

 

The pendulum swings to and fro –

And, ho, another, just a second out of sync.

 

How is it so that, given world enough, and time,

They find harmony in one another?

 

The sun rises; the sun sets,

And Helios, Sun God of old, no longer has use for his chariot.

 

Yet my clock and yours

Were always out of tune;

 

You set yours to the stars,

And I – I navigated these still waters by the moon.



Rest Now, My Love

Hypostasis Is, in literature, That crucial moment in which a character realizes He’s not real.     That Is why Icarus flew too close to the sun.     He knew he was made of myth, Knew the wax on his wings would melt like mist, Knew for all his wisdom the folly of being … Continue reading Rest Now, My...

Hypostasis

Is, in literature,

That crucial moment in which a character realizes

He’s not real.

 

 

That

Is why Icarus flew too close to the sun.

 

 

He knew he was made of myth,

Knew the wax on his wings would melt like mist,

Knew for all his wisdom the folly of being the stuff of legend.

 

 

‘Why not?’ he must have asked himself.

 

 

Why not martyr himself before the sun?

Why not fly with his word-spun wings,

Higher than reality would allow?

 

 

I can imagine him considering his lack of existence,

The sudden epiphany he must have had that Daedalus never did.

 

 

His was not an act of arrogance,

But rather the actions of a man

Who knew he was doomed to exist only

In the hearts and minds and souls of men.

 

 

Icarus, my love,

You can rest now;

The sea will cushion your fall –

We’re all stories in the end;

Know that yours was less mortal

Than most.



The Sea of My Dreams

This Is the sea of my dreams, This, Where the sea meets sky in a seamless line of pure pastels, Ocean surrendering her blues to blend in with the Heavens, This, How the ocean looks like glass and the sky is a mere continuation Of the thought, This, And the knowledge that summer is always … Continue reading The Sea of My...

This

Is the sea of my dreams,

This,

Where the sea meets sky in a seamless line of pure pastels,

Ocean surrendering her blues to blend in with the Heavens,

This,

How the ocean looks like glass and the sky is a mere continuation

Of the thought,

This,

And the knowledge that summer is always ending soon,

And our days are already numbered,

And the illusion of immortality we enjoyed in our youths was long ago

Shattered; except

This

Is the sea of my dreams,

The sea I have waited for my entire life,

The sea and her world-soul,

Capricious though she is,

Surrendering herself for just one dawn;

Becoming a blank slate

Upon which anything might be written.





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