Daily Archives: June 20, 2024

Alpha Bet Lesson

Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)
Hop across a ‘t’ or even ‘y’ inside
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

Alphabet needs, in language’s pull,
Something in the way, I cannot hide,
Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)?

In a deep dark well of mostly nights dull,
I kissed ‘m’ and ‘e’, where secrets reside,
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

Words touch all I hide, their whispers mull,
Cries feeling how I am, though much denied,
Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)?

All of me cried feeling how I might lull,
Am SO “m” “T”, emotions collide,
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

Something in the way, how words just cull,
All I hide away from me, thoughts untried,
Have you seen a ‘v’—(sounds so beautiful)?
A ‘d’, it’s all inside of me, so full.

(rev) 06.20.2024


WHISPERS OF THE GREAT SUNFLOWER

In the garden of longing, shadows dance,
No soul more heavy with sorrow than mine,
Weary footsteps trace the path of dusk,
Chasing the embrace of eternal night.
O Love, what does your cruel embrace seek?
My heart, innocent, finds no rest, no peace.

In your brilliance, I find no refuge, no peace,
Only a longing for the quiet dance
Of twilight dreams. What do you seek,
O Love, in this heart of mine?
I yearn for the gentle embrace of night,
To find solace in the shadows of dusk.

Once, I saw a knight, radiant as dusk,
His presence, a fire consuming peace.
Now, that memory fades into night,
As I yearn for the final dance,
To release this burdened heart of mine,
And find what my soul seeks.

O kingly sunflower, does your gaze seek
The hidden blooms that dwell in dusk?
In your golden light, can you see mine,
A fragile flower yearning for peace?
Yet, love’s torment is a relentless dance,
And shadows deepen with the fall of night.

In dreams, I find you, haunting the night,
Your vision, a phantom that seeks
My weary soul. In this silent dance,
Do you hear my whispers in the dusk?
Or find solace in my quiet peace,
As your golden eyes search for mine?

Yet, even as I yearn, this heart of mine
Finds no rest, no solace in the night.
For love’s cruel embrace steals peace,
And shadows linger where light seeks.
In the garden of longing, amidst the dusk,
We dance a timeless, sorrowful dance.

O sunflower, in this dance, where does peace
Find rest? Not in mine, but in the night’s
Embrace. Seek the shadows, find solace in dusk.

:: 06.20.2024 ::

A sestina is a complex, highly structured poetic form consisting of six stanzas of six lines each, followed by a final tercet, known as the envoi. The defining characteristic of a sestina is the intricate pattern of word repetition at the end of each line, which follows a specific sequence. I write a lot of free form. Just wanted to do something different ❤


While Humanity Sleeps

WHILE humanity sleeps (half of the world to you and me)
We, birds whom nature adores charm from atop lookouts
shut eyes and dream
dream of mind and feels
As each night branches out into a single, flowering thought
from wings to the beak of your beloved wheelbarrow
who flies away after pecking food from Earth’s Soul
We, the bronze sighs of a statue that raises itself
upon an elbow while institutions sleep
And the dreamer, may his glowing gaps open up with shut eyes
dreamer with tears and laughs ; the horror of things
through it all i can hear you cry
beyond white sand shores into coral antlers of pain
So stretch your eyes and heart
So just say the heart is fractured
(i’m saved) so shut your mind and sing/just say
“Your heart is right — just go on and dream”

:: 06.20.2024 ::