Looking up at stars
Wond’ring what secrets they hold
What stories they’ve seen
Author: adamcallahan117
4/6/2021 – the wind
Why does the wind whistle so?
Why does it howl and cry?
Why does it lift its voice
So somber and so high?
Sonnet 14 – Ten things
And once with furrowed brow you asked of me,
What was it made me fall in love with thee?
For one, it was the starlight in your eyes;
For two, it was the moonbeams in your hair;
For three, your copper skin in the sunrise;
(Of course what first I saw was: you are fair!)
For four, it was the music in your laugh;
For five, the way you woke my thoughtful side;
For six, you were at once my better half;
For sev’n, the way you made me smile so wide;
For eight, I felt at once alive and true;
For nine, we saw above us the same sky;
For ten, as ne’er before, with you I knew
That in this life some walk, but we would fly.
Someday I know I’ll think of more to say;
I hope these truths suffice for thee today.
Open sky
Without a second thought would I
Follow you into open sky
4/2/2021 – a haiku
A brisk wind blowing
The sun shining on green buds
Life returns at last
And some wine
Some ask for great and wondrous things
For golden plates and diamond rings
But I want not for things so fine
Just love and laughter, and some wine
Be nice to birds, but keep your distance
I once spoke a word
To a little bird
I said, “Sing, o songbird, for me”
I called from below
And it chittered so
High up in the sycamore tree
It hopped fro and to
And I tell you true
It sang high and loud with no glee:
“Begone, noisome one
With your songs be done!
Quit chattering and leave me be!”
3/30/2021 – Whispering
Blessed rain falls
Quietly pattering
A soft percussion on a dark night
Whispering
When you work on a computer
Tickling strings or finger pads or ivories
Feeling the push and pull, the give and take
Hearing the music you can together create
The clack of plastic grates at the ears’ memory
Unbound
Of all the things that I could be
I wish to live unbound and free