Mother told the tale,About our ancestors' deal,The oath that we now live by: We were soldiers, once,We served lords by ending lives,Until none but ours survived. We turned to old faiths,So that sins may wash away,From our bloodied hands and eyes. But then, it is said,That those who live by the sword,May never find peace … Continue reading An Ancestral Gift
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
The long trek home
A cool drizzle falls, Darkening the road to home, Set a light for me.
Idyllic
Light streams in gold bands, Old cat yawns on the warm floor, I laugh, but yawn too.
When at last I die
When at last I die, I leave behind books, flowers, And bottles of wine, Faint memories, yours and mine, These I entrust now to time,
Kintsugi skies
Morning rains roar light, Illuminating the sky, Cracks shining like gold.
To Look Backwards
Too many years have I spent looking back, Thinking about the choices I would make, Just so that I could find you in the past, And obliterate our future mistakes. But for all the time I’ve spent longing, Of a past-future that we could not take, I glance forward to see if you look back, … Continue reading To Look Backwards
Early morning lights
Purple clouds brighten, Into scarlet strokes of light, A morning painting.
Along the river
Along the river,Echo the laughter of ghosts,Lost beyond the time,Children’s games that never end,Children’s dreams that never end.
Toast to Spring far from home
To Spring memories,Phantom thoughts dancing on wind,Like falling petals.
To wake, to spring
What a difference,To wake with the morning sun,To wake with bird song,Even coffee tastes sweeter,When you wake to a spring day.
Discarded Recollections 