Run with me away to there:
Where we are true and free
Where we can breathe the lightest air
And simply start to be
Tag: iambic heptameter
9/29/2023 – leaves
Their shadows dance along the ground
As to and fro they sway
And ‘cross the grass without a sound
They walk throughout the day
9/6/2023 – greed and haste
Some days I weep for rocks and trees
Those blanketed in ash
Some days I weep for putrid breezes
From which I will dash
Some days I weep for oceans blue
Gone sour beneath the waste
Of man, ruled by “I before you”,
And so before the world, in greed and haste
8/15/2023 – rhyme
A rhyme is when two things collide
And in their hearts agree
That close together they reside
Upon the same bright sea
That in their essence is the same
Light shining ev’ry way
So much they share, share all but name,
That ‘like they are, we say
For this I cannot but conclude
That when it comes to me
Naught else, I think, could be construed
Than that I rhyme with thee
8/11/2023 – solemn and low
In drizzling rain I feel the mud
Squeezing between my toes
The thunder rumbles overhead
And drops run down my nose
Such music as the atmosphere
Casts to the world below
Is more than I could write or sing
Notes solemn, and so low
8/8/2023 – treasure
If I could walk beside you e’er
I’d do it without thought
For you are like the very air
Treasure that can’t be bought
7/11/2023 – music’s touch
The shadows close around my mind
When I deafen myself
When I deprive my deeper soul
Of music’s gentle touch
6/28/2023 – summer
The wind is still, the air heavy
The grasses tall and dry
The sounds around a crazed bevy
Of songs all lifting high
6/27/2023 – so bright
So bright the sun in desert lands
Where heat and light are death
So bright the sun upon the sea
Where broken clouds are life
5/2/2023 – wash me in mud
Wash me of old-begotten woes
And cut my storied locks
Set mud and sand between my toes
And toss the rotted socks
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