this tessellated silhouette of upward winding branchesa growth at Center stage, sprung up in all advantagewashed in lambent seasons by a gentle patron Suna testimonial solo to what solar thread has spunas well a Lofted stage for choral migratory birdswhose verses sound the theatre with each untranslated wordas meanings left to echo, left to echo … Continue reading In February’s Yard
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“If” by Rudyard Kipling
Hermit Thought Since my own flashes of inspiration are so sporadic, I figure I'll start posting some of my favorite pieces in the spaces between original posts. I read this particular poem for the first time in my sophomore year. It was a class about poetry in Vermont, which included Kipling because he visited and … Continue reading “If” by Rudyard Kipling
Stratosphere
A pillar of light Is a wondrous sight With a sprawl vast beneath you Like bright stars at night But this tower of glass Will never surpass A flowering oak tree Or a green field of grass
Memories of Home
Sun flecked curves of water, meandering in gentle flow The noontime lance of brightness which wraps in warming glow Drifting forest whispers from the sound of wind on leaves These simple sprites of nature which run laden thoughts through sieves A wash of pattering raindrops on a roof of noisy tin And the thundering crash … Continue reading Memories of Home
On I-89
Moonlit crests of gentle mountains And soft porch lights in glens below A nestled warmth within me fountains As I greet this land, the home I know This is the joy, the quiet rapture Of drawing close, of being near A bone-deep love none else can capture Which keeps me ever turning here From snow … Continue reading On I-89
Taking Flight
Attend this vision I've beheld A gift, once fear has been expelled; Arise, fleet form of steel and chrome Away to your beatific home Above the drear terrestrial race Adrift in white empyrean lace Among the birds that draw so near Awash in sunlight, pure and clear Aloft, you gaze on those below Amazed by … Continue reading Taking Flight
AABCCB Day II: Little Lord River (WIP)
From lofty snows, a trickle flows The melt of shimmering ices Which, warmed by sun, begins to run And drip down rock crevices In mountains pool, this glacial drool Awaits for furthering growing Rivulets surge and cross and merge And soon a stream is going Behold the sight; from on the height The myriad creeks … Continue reading AABCCB Day II: Little Lord River (WIP)
AABCCB Day I: My Housemate’s Dog
Released from cage, her joyous rage Spelled out for all observing In jumping round, this gremlin hound No energy conserving She snuffles loud, whilst prancing proud And slips on hardwood floors A boxing ring? This clumsy thing Can barely dodge our doors And all throughout, no shred of doubt It can't escape remembrance This little … Continue reading AABCCB Day I: My Housemate’s Dog
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