The world is as a swirling cloud
Uncertain, ever-changing
Through which thunder booms
And lightning cracks
To see it from without is to see little
To see it from within is to be blinded
What, then, is the cloudburst
Of the world?
Tag: non-metric poetry
7/13/2021
Once again I’ve missed a day. Once again, you get two poems!
To breathe free
To look on the horizon
And know it is within reach
To gaze at the mountain
And know it can be climbed
To look to the stars
And know they are unchanging
To see the ocean
And feel its colossal breath
This is to breathe free
To be free
7/7/2021
And when I stop to think
Of greater things
Portents
Of import
Then do I wonder at the world
Why, then, do I dream?
Why, then, do I dream?
The earth is bountiful
The universe, generous
Love surrounds me
My beating heart
Why, then, do I dream?
7/1/2021 – a gift
Not idly does the sun
Rise o’er the horizon line
Each day it brings
Is a gift
6/23/2021 – tomorrow, and a bright sunrise
A year here, a year there
So often I long for freer air
Yet pine here, there
A year is not small
Not short. Not when time’s all
We have, at times
So I look to tomorrow
Not to next year, next decade in sorrow
To tomorrow
And a bright sunrise
6/19/2021 – only one
When night takes my mind
I dream a thousand dreams
And live a thousand lives
And when I wake
For a moment, sadness takes me
That for now I live only one
Ere dawn
Ere dawn I watch your breath
Rising and falling
Soft
Peaceful
Your eyes closed so easy
Free of the dreams of day
And I think how wondrous it would be
To kiss your cheek
Warm
Orange in the morning light
6/7/2021
A distant world comes to mind
Teeming with life and love
And as it gains form
The one around dissipates
Along with all its cruelty
For a time
5/27/2021 – all my own
Music rings in my ears
Unheard in many days and nights
Yet ever-present in my mind
An echoing symphony
All my own
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