Various WritingsIn this section, you will find both fragments and completed pieces of what I have in mind for my writing. As with my blog I welcome commentary and critique and encourage you to go to the connect page for further interaction. Many thanks! "Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it." -Rabindranath Tagore |
Insomnia #1
At once, color without hue
Selects all in nightscape,
Seeing all for proper shade;
And in this space, where light withdrew:
A mind within without escape,
A pulse against the pillow beats.
Time and thought begin to undo
The composition, tearing agape
The conscious being.
Down the hours, a concealed parade
Marches to break; and nature retreats.
Night invokes forseeing--
Often with neglect of assurance
And despite my false endurance.
Selects all in nightscape,
Seeing all for proper shade;
And in this space, where light withdrew:
A mind within without escape,
A pulse against the pillow beats.
Time and thought begin to undo
The composition, tearing agape
The conscious being.
Down the hours, a concealed parade
Marches to break; and nature retreats.
Night invokes forseeing--
Often with neglect of assurance
And despite my false endurance.
Love Sonnet: FireOf humanity's embers we coaxed feral fire.
Knowing cold and how fast our firedint, We--as flint--attempt a strike to expire-- And reflect Image, forgotten Imprint. But by roses, not blood, did we conspire To stoke spirit, possess passion; and we forwent The risk of condescending conscience and Hellfire-- And doubt now holds both you & I in eternal advent Of truth. And this, our dwindling selvèd tongue, reveals of whose ashes we are among: Those lights lost within Love's holocaust. By that forgotten hope, that goes unsung, By these arms still wrung, we stave the permafrost And, in warmth, you and I await Pentacost. Love Sonnet: Airforthcoming...
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Love Sonnet: Waterforthcoming...
Love Sonnet: Earthforthcoming...
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End of the Void
Oblivion comes the end of all
If by nothing all consists--
And if by law all persists
Earth and progeny come to spall.
For naught else preexists but the Abyss
Of Time and Space, whose frame I foll-
-Ow, leaving this sole soul to call:
"Meaningless, meaningless, all is meaningless."
But to end the heart never succumbs--
For Christ to God Ghost recommends;
And He, with sweet scars, comes
To stoop while this man transcends
In the hour I, raised from such tombs,
Come to an end to end all ends
If by nothing all consists--
And if by law all persists
Earth and progeny come to spall.
For naught else preexists but the Abyss
Of Time and Space, whose frame I foll-
-Ow, leaving this sole soul to call:
"Meaningless, meaningless, all is meaningless."
But to end the heart never succumbs--
For Christ to God Ghost recommends;
And He, with sweet scars, comes
To stoop while this man transcends
In the hour I, raised from such tombs,
Come to an end to end all ends