For whatsoever from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide unto another brought:
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
from The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser, 1590
Excerpt from: The Faerie Queene
Tag Archives: Poetry
Dream Variation
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Dream Variation by Langston Hughes, from The Weary Blues published in 1926
Memories
The past, the present,
the future falling fast.
The now, the then,
the if, the how, the when–
of us, of them,
of me and sometimes you,
of her and him,
of whirlwinds painted blue.
Sugar Plums
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads…
from A Visit by St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore
Morning Walk
Walking at the blue hour of morning,
wet and cold and almost foreboding–
I hear the train in the distance…
It races past with a steamy, pulsating pace
that blows my red scarf onto my face–
I pause to pick up the terrified pup.
A memory
biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory
Some things that bind
rope, twine, trust, childhood,
lies, dreams, ribbons, memories,
secrets, chains and love
The Mind
the mechanics of a mind
turning rusty with ample time
grinding teeth, fails to find
strings to silence and to bind
Escape
Are you racing down at dawn to flee a scorching fire—
or leaping up at twilight to meet a burning lover?
Perspective
Walking along the rail tracks,
reckless empowerment grips me—
if I really wanted to, I could jump a train.
I start to count the ties,
lose track, and head back home.
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