Alack, alas, I say to thee,
My stalwart, wizened friend
That you should be so tied to me
Until the bitter end
Tag: iambic heptameter
Sunburn
Such heat emits the summer sun
Upon my weary skin
Such woe betides th’unlucky one
Whose days are spent within
The fireflies
The sun has crossed horizon’s line
The skies have deepened, too
And so does summer’s nightly sign
Shine golden-bright and true
They flit and fly and shine so bright
But only for a wink
The fireflies that walk by night;
You’ll miss them if you blink
7/5/2021 – rise from the doldrums
Yes, I know it’s not the 5th. I once again missed a poem, which means I owe you two.
So oft the world bears down upon
A tired, anxious mind;
And though we try to soldier on,
Our fates are intertwined
With all the world purports to be,
And all its stops and turns;
In life we are not from it free
Nor immune to its burns;
And so with anxious mind and heart
We listen to the peace –
What peace we can but find – and start
To force the pain to cease;
And from the wind and trees and skies,
A fresh breath at last comes;
And spirits can finally rise
From earth’s painful doldrums.
Since we locked eyes
By firelight did I see your eyes
The first they locked on mine
And burrowed beneath my disguise
With clarity divine
You saw beneath the hardened shell
I’d built upon my skin
And saw into the untapped well
Of spirit trapped within
And patiently you chipped away
At walls both thick and thin
‘Til flooding in came light of day
O’er my heart’s raucous din
So since we locked eyes in the red
And flick’ring light of dying fire
E’er have I owed, my belovéd,
To you my love and my desire.
When my heart proved right
Without a sound did my heart warm
To new, exciting, tender change
The likes of which did take a form
I’d not thought of before
And though it was frightful, unknown
My heart did say to rest a while:
“Let what’s been reaped so too be sown,
And love will grow yet more.”
And so years on my heart’s proved right;
Unfounded were my fears;
Its words I hear now in new light
With open, eager ears
5/26/2021
And though it’s oft that winds of change
Come galloping through life
We in such times accept the strange
And see past fleeting strife
5/22/2021 – when chaoses abound
If such is life that often we
Are lost when we’d be found
Why, then, can’t I feel unbound, free
When chaoses abound?
5/20/2021 – how the sound will fall
And with a breath so do we say
The things that fill our minds
Without a mind to how the sound
Will fall on list’ning ears.
The lily, continued
When summer winds blow hot and dry,
What does the lily feel?
When autumn leaves come from the sky,
Do they make for its meal?
And when the snow again does fall,
Does the lily despair?
Or does it know, despite it all
Next spring ’twill ‘gain be fair?
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