Though I did not truly realize it until recently, poetry has always been a place I go, a sanctuary of imagery and emotion – and one that can stretch across a diversity of styles (and quality…). Regardless, for me, poetry is a way to look into myself and try to share, whatever it is that I may find.
A Villanelle of Life
Step forth boldly into that darkened night
Cast aside the empty fears, the blinding veil
And pass swiftly the fields of wrong or right
Amidst the shadows, unwavering light
The gentle stars flicker, the moon grows pale
Step forth boldly into that darkened night
Greatness lay just there, the horizon bright
Move beyond huddled dreamers, scared to fail
And pass swiftly the fields of wrong or right
We pause, we ask, we hesitate, despite
It lay at our feet, that sinuous trail
Step forth boldly into that darkened night
With pride, stand nobly amongst wondrous heights
But rest not long when we’ve thought to prevail
And pass swiftly the fields of wrong or right
A simmering soul, by hope, set alight
Guard that flame, this life, from the tempest gale
Step forth boldly into that darkened night
And pass swiftly the fields of wrong or right
Haikus of Travel
The way untrodden
Such taxing journey demands
A peace of the soul
Edge of our known world
Do not believe the old lie
Here there be dragons
Moorish ghosts endure
In old Andalucia
The land remembers
A Sonnet of Love
A time this life, its luster once be lost
Where empty hearts there dwelt and dreams forgot
Like strangers wrapped against a wintry frost
Oh warmth! The kindling hewn from hopes burned not
Adrift in memories of deeds done past
And life, oh life, resigned to heaven’s fate
Your fire, a spark igniting love everlast
A torch held high to show, this life awaits
Where mountain winds cry out from earthen depths
And forests breathe anew at dawn’s first light
Where drifts of fallen snow grasp every step
And coals blaze red amongst the starry night
A soul’s once dying ember fanned aflame
A lifted fog, a journey, a life reclaimed
A Cinquain of Hope
Wander
Fallen leaves crisp
Quiet shade of nightfall
Fabled meadows of tenderness
Await
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