Week 15

Fruitless

To view a flower such as thee,
to garden home I'd stretch my feet.
I'd sit among the plants all day
and contemplate their windblown sway,
their soft green limbs that climb the sky,
and vibrant petals please the eye.
What use they serve I cannot know,
for waste of space is all that shows,
and while those small lives may still thrive,
for you that path is but demise.
The rose may grow within this world,
as fruitless life becomes unfurled,
but you who naught but see thy self,
in stylish dress and hoards of pelf,
can grow no more than mere seedling,
and be naught but the life you cling.

Week 11

03/20/09
Muse From Spirit's Sheets (Acrostic/Vilanelle)

Talent wanders in and finds her time,
How sweet the sound of the muse's beats,
Enjoy it all, the rhyme on rhyme.

Pour your heart out, the time is prime,
Our grasping minds await your treats,
Ecstatic muse! Wander in, it is your time!

Threads of meter, as silent harps they chime,
Silent passion engulfs our mind's long streets,
And all rejoice in the rhyme on rhyme.

Nocturnal passion! From dreams they climb,
Called upon the muse from spirit's sheets,
Talent wanders in and finds her time.

Unheard dreams stretch forth in sound sublime,
Acrostics across the board lure us from seats,
Reflected dreams wander in--it is her time,
Yearning for the beautiful rhyme on rhyme.

03/22/09
The Rise A Series of Haiku upon the life of a tree.

Water
Softly plink a' plink
Mist rises off mother's womb
Life nurtured in peace

Earth
Belovéd son rests
Warm embrace fosters new soul
Constant beat comforts

Wood
Soil shifts as sprouts spread
Shy birth touched by radiance
Dawn breaks on new life

Fire
Fierce spirit perched high
Reaches with tendrils of life
Caress youth with care

Metal
Orange leaves dance slowly
Caught amid fall's righteous truth
But twirl on in bliss