Like a seed it grows and blossoms
Like the wind it tickles my skin
Like the sun it melts my heart
Like the night, it calms my soul
Category: Free Verse
8/26/2021 – when?
Swirling time knocks on my window
Pecking like a bird with a seed
Incessant
Unyielding
Asking: when?
8/25/2021
And when the raging torrent of time
Passes by
Winding before you
Roaring about you
Step in
Ode to a fierce wind
Soft breezes whisper nothing in my ears,
Speak of the recesses of my mind
In which little grows
And some festers
The wind grows faster, wilder
Whips and pulls at the detritus in my heart
Coaxing the tar away
Freeing my breath
Until naught remains of the broiling pain
The freckled, frayed bleakness of my soul
But a sunlit shadow
And a dim memory
A brief ode to the sky’s tableau
The constellations sail along
The black and lonely sky
Like music, bright and heav’nly song,
Their stories writ so high
The knight and the friendly dragon
And when the knight burst in
She found the dragon calm;
Unlike its violent kin
This one’s voice was a balm
“What ho, good knight, and why
Hast thou entered my cave
Beneath the starry sky
What treasure wouldst though have?”
The knight stood still, aback
And wondered at her fate
“This wyrm won’t fight, alack!
Is this some sort of bait?”
The dragon read her thoughts and said:
“Though, knight, my brothers breathe as fire,
And leave those like to thee all dead,
It is my heart’s but one desire
That we would sit here, befriendéd”
And so did sit the knight
Beside the dragon tall
They spoke of starry light
Together in the hall
8/17/2021
To unstable quiet were they born
Surrounded by danger did they grow
The powers that be had
A vision each their own
But none asked them for theirs
None asked the children
8/13/2021 – when summer isn’t nice
With summer wind comes summer heat
And humid, heavy air
And all unpleasantries so meet
Stripping your patience bare
8/12/2021 – alas for them
We all act differently
Knowing there is an end
Knowing time has limits
Knowing someday we run out of chances
It gives us spark
Gives us purpose
Gives us urgency
Gives us some sense we are not alone
Yet some
Act as if theirs is the only end
Act as if others will not go on
Act as if what becomes of the rest matters little
Alas for them.
8/10/2021 – when the bell is ringing
If, when the bell is ringing,
I feel there’s more to do,
But I am stuck hand-wringing
Running in circles, too
What then will come upon me,
If I am frozen still
And weariness has won me
To so deflate my will?
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