Tag: iambic meter

7/5/2021 – rise from the doldrums

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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

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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

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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

Lament of the dayjobber

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So oft I turn, in light of day,
T’ward vibrant, new imaginings
Off on a quest does my mind stray
Far from mundane, dull, lesser things

Throughout the morning do I weave
A story on my mind’s tableau
Filled with a fantasist’s reprieve
From worldly winds that twist and blow

In afternoon, my inner eye
Wanders to distant, wondrous lands
Where heroes walk and dragons fly
Above some other shore’s bright sands

Alas that in the night, my mind,
So weary from the long day’s work,
Struggles in memory to find
The stories ‘mongst the tired murk

Shadows abate

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Though oft I do despair

For want of freer air

I cannot but be awed at my good luck

For when I could not see

I set my heart to thee

And no longer could chaos run amok

When I did walk alone

My heart hard as a stone

Ne’er could I have imagined such a fate

As to be bound to you

A bond so right and true

That all the shadows in my mind abate