Snow covers the ground,
Glow in the light.
Stars twinkle above my eyes,
Fading with the night.
Winter is here:
It’s grip firm and bold
Only to fade to Spring’s might.
A breath of cold air
And Spring awaits,
Waiting for the right.
Soothing forces continue
Through the air,
Leaving Winter without a fight.
Grant us this day
And all the time ahead,
As I look forward toward the sight.
Found it. 🙂
In the style of Petrarchan sonnet
Anger and Fear
Hello my friend, who speaks unwittingly,
A telling, nervous look, a peaking glance
To no one in particular. Happenstance,
It seems that I must do it forcefully.
I seek the writing facing me, not free
To leave my friend: I am truly askance.
For it must be a merry little dance.
But finally, as now, I seek your need.
When I see my soul’s piercing, strident eye,
I see not the treachery of thy move
That brought my thoughtless flush of anger;
The brightness swallowing the spacious sky.
It’s coming down but slowly, like a dove,
By flashing not at you, but my Fear.
Originally written March 15, 1991
I seem to be doing this. Just posted some more poetry from my archives. I’ll probably write more later. Maybe.
It’s snowing here in Atlanta. Well, it was snowing this morning. It is supposed to clear up, get a little warmer, then the temps tumble while the rain/freezing rain returns tonight. Tomorrow will be interesting.
Update on the fire: moved into rental house last week. Just got phone but no DSL (sad face) today and Dish satellite yesterday. Running internet through my cell phone. Luckily, it’s not terrible in the data department. Did this while in New York last year and it only up’d my usage to about 1 to 1.5 GB in a week. I expect this week to do about the same. Until we get internet at the house, this is what we’ll have to do.
Now that the internet is back, off to do some more work.
Oh, just realized that it has been exactly one month since the fire. Feels longer…
Windows down, driving along;
The wind whips through my hair.
Calm thoughts, happiness abounds;
I drive looking at everything with my stare.
I smile as I go home towards love
As darkness slowly descends;
Thoughts abound, plans form,
And wonders alight in the end.
Upon my head
Near my bed.
Listen to the rain
As it falls from the sky
And then it is goodbye
Shows it’s sadness
But in the end
There is gladness
For the rain
Brings beauty, love and peace
Allows growth and nectar
And sleep in ease
Green, green, it’s a lovely morning
Everywhere I look I see brown and green
The sky is cloudy and rainy here
But you know that it is spring.
O the days gone by
Brightly lit in the sky.
The wonder of a passing age.
O wonder of the night
Singing gaily in spite
Of a time spent in haste.
How I wish there was a place
That I could take my face
And see my sadness flee.
For here I stand
In this world, as planned;
And wonder what’s to be.
Originally written 3/5/1990
Time has come and gone, gone to the skies, and the stars,
And to the earth’s of the universe.
With the sight it sees of playful tots, growing teens,
And adults full of holiday mirth.
It sees the things others do not.
It hears the cries of painful tears.
It knows and understands the trust,
That we wouldn’t hear.
Peace follows through the fabric of Time
After times of war, hate, and destructions.
It waits until all hope is lost,
Then pounds on our frustrations.
It helps us through the bad and the good,
And leave us with maturity,
But after all this time it travels,
Will it ever stay for eternity?
Originally written 12/18/1988
From a pin I found on my Pinterest page. I thought it was really pretty and worked well with the poem.
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
Desolation stalks in the night.
Pain, grief, loss, and frustration
Keep watch this night of emotion.
Why must they dodge me now?
Why must it be this foul?
I want peace to reign.
But nothing will be the same.
Storms are a rising.
Some will leap past the blighting.
Others we know don’t know
And still there are those who won’t grow.
Come peaceful slumber
For I grow weary of this thunder
Bring me enlightenment I crave.
So I won’t be along any more, and afraid.
Originally written: 8/13/2003
The sun above my sightless eye
Sings a tune of its own.
A wayward running beam of light
Is streaking through my soul.
Music plays a thousand notes
To find a final end.
But, the music-sun lets you float
To a never-ending friend.
In myself, Soul Music sears
A hot trail to my depths.
Listen for its chime to hear
If you stop to find it.
Originally written 8/29/1989