Archives for February 2014
My First Cinquains
Take root
In constant love
That like a forest grows
All while the raging storm above
It blows.
A thing,
Familiar now,
But only so because
I distinctly remember how
It was.
There are
Stupid questions,
And stupid people who
Declare they don’t exist; you know
They do.
Thursday Riddle – Feb 20, 2013
These hairy hunchbacks huddle to keep
Warm all together as one;
The mantle they share in perpetual sleep
Is forged from a drop of the sun;
The huddle is broken with one of them woken,
And thusly their end is begun.
Ecphrasis of A Silent Tree
My branches remember their leaves,
I miss their green laughter, I miss it so much
Till all of me shivers and grieves.
O wintery night, your stars lend to me
That with them my branches may play
The song of sweet silence, how it will be
The silentest rustle I say.
Thursday Riddle (Feb 13, 2014)
You cannot forbid my arrival,
And though you may make me depart,
Returning am I when clouds gather high
Eclipsing the sun from your heart;
Or when you are lost in a tempest
Of heedless and dizzying mirth,
I come to remind you as subtly I blind you
To time in its glorious worth.
Thursday Riddle (Feb 6, 2014)
Although I resent this intruder
I host him without a complaint
And host him despite my complaint,
Lest he may assume me the cruder,
I deck him in apparel quaint
Of silky bright robes, many layers,
And let him remain here with me;
It grieves me, though, when one declares
Him grander than I’ll ever be.
Updated, thanks to some healthy critiquing :-).