A sonnetina (like a sonnet but only 10 lines) in response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I have actually written a few poems in different forms on this same topic, reusing the first one or two lines multiple times. I find that entertaining. 🙂
What’s all else worth, if greatest dream is dead?
Even with wealth, one craves and hungers still,
Without a way to find his daily bread:
Having nothing to live for kills the will.
A quiet heartbeat yet the pain is loud:
A frozen passion nevermore to melt,
Humbling the artist’s eyes that had been proud
Of such great work — that joy no longer felt.
What use is popularity and cash,
If one’s reason for being’s burned to ash?
I have not left a note.
I have left books upon books, lines upon lines, filled with countless pens’ blue or black blood. This is my art, the canvas on which I have, with words, painted days upon days of this life. Continue reading →
Lower the Christmas decorations
From their place in the cabinets and rafters,
Raise voices in song and celebration
Even while decorating for that day,
Holding space inside hearts for the
Christ-child to come, even while
Mourning for too many saddening absences.
The other day I shared a rather silly ghazal, and today I have a more serious one that I think is good enough to share. 🙂 It is also a response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take, where we write using homophones.