Waiting until the last second once again...its just my style, love it or leave it...but...really, don't leave me!!!!!! My turn for a favorite...a Poet I discovered while shopping at the Visiting Nurses Book Sale in my home town of Phoenix, Arizona. She has this dark and romantic lilt, you know, the kind that I love and it is packed with emotion and a bit of torture in my opinion. I am no professional...but this woman saw some things, wrote some things....and I like. Here are a couple as here stuff is rarely long. Hope you enjoy!!!!
Muse Went Away
Muse went away by the road, The autumnal, narrow, steep, And her swarthy feet were slopped, With large drops of dew in her slip. I begged her, with hope and fear, To stay till the winter’s white lace, She answered, “There is a grave here, How can you still breathe in such place?” I wished to give her a she-pigeon, The whitest in our doves’ nest, Bur suddenly and without reason, She fled after my slender guest.
I looked after Muse, and was silent, I loved only her till my end, And in skies grew a sunrise giant, As the gate into her own land.
Thank You, God
Thank you, God: I dream of him more seldom, And don’t see him now in every place, The white path with clouds has been laden, Easy shadows o’er the waters raced. And all day the chime of bells arose O’er the ocean of the ploughed soil; Here the toll is best-heard from Saint John’s Belfries which are seen afar, the tall. I am cutting off the lilac fashioned For the brunches that have lost their bloom; Two black monks passed by in conversation On the ramparts to the aging doomed. Let, for blind me, the plain, dear and earthly World again be turned into alive. Our Lord has made my soul healthy With the icy calm of the non-love.
When I Write Poems
When I’m embraced by airy inspiration, I am a bridge between the sky and earth. Of all what heart high-values in creation I am a king, when breathing with a verse! Just if my soul wishes it, my fairy, I shall give you the peaceful coast band, Where, with a hum, the pinky sea is carrying The dreaming tide to reach the dreaming land. I can do all, just trust in me: I’m mighty; I have the roots for kindness and for love; And if I want, from clouds and from the lightning I’ll make a cover your sweet bed above. And I can, dear, create a word such special, That it would change laws of the whole world, To call again its own celebration And stop the sun from fall in the night cold. I’m all another in my inspiration, I am a bridge between the sky and earth. Of all what heart high-values in creation I am a king, when breathing with a verse!
Yeah....just sayin'. let me know what you think! Blogger is messing up on me so I cant get the spacing exactly right...forgive me.