So quiet was I when the light
Of stars shone in my mind
Their brilliance reached past earthly sight
Allowing me to find
At last creation’s spark so rare
That which I daily seek
Yet find only in silent air
When my tongue has been meek
Tag: iambic meter
3/31/2021
I walk amidst the burning trees
And wonder I aloud:
What worth had that which cost us these?
Of this choice are we proud?
3/26/2021
I walk at times amidst the tow’ring trees
And listen for the wisdom they would share
Their whispers ride the current of the breeze
And fill with ageless truth the verdant air
3/23/2022
I rose amidst the rays of red sunrise
And peered on the horizon to the east
There, for a moment, truth wore no disguise
And so revealed itself to me, the least
3/17/2022
On fire-lit walls the shadows dance and bend
Alive for moments that the flames create
And down the walls the shadows slowly wend
As roaring flames, to embers turned, abate
3/11/2022
At last the wayward sun has shown its face
And lit the grey, dead ground with beams of life
Would that it never went away again
And stayed instead never far from my gaze
3/7/2022
What power has the morning over me?
A great deal, it turns out.
3/5/2022
After a long-expected time of rest
I find my troubles still lying in wait
And thus I think it’s time that they confessed
Their hungers, relaxation will not sate
2/28/2022
Allow me this: to breathe this once
And for a time be still
To be not like unquiet ones
Whose lives are lust and will
2/26/2022
There is a silence hiding in the roar
A peace to find amidst the world’s chaos
A knowing that uncertainty e’er reigns
And order’s but a stone that will be dust
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