a summer rhapsody

transcending to evanesce, tantalize
bleeding a fervor carrying murmurs of
thousand cherished heartstrings to rhapsodize
unbidden cadence breaking to behove
a ballad that echoes from far embraces
quivering a mystical lure thereof.
a sun torching viridian skyscape
waking cordovan landscape to undrape.



#ottava rima

heart’s momento

 

like the spring that gushes forth clean and clear
the promise of a satisfying slake
anticipation bringing joy and good cheer.

faith is the souvenir when a lot is at stake
when fate may give man some pretty hard knocks
the promise of a satisfying slake.

sanguiness that overcomes bad shocks
fighting travails, then finding inner peace
when fate may give man some pretty hard knocks.

perpetual optimism, hopelessness belies
like an ecclesiastical beacon
fighting travails, then finding inner peace.

the soul's quintessence can never weaken
radiance that cannot be dimmed, put out
like an ecclesiastical beacon.

sparkling , illumintaing darkness to spout
like the spring that gushes forth clean and clear
radiance that cannot be dimmed, put out
anticipation bringing joy and good cheer..



#Terzanelle



 

gloom


people close to us
harm us the most
emotionally, physically
they do it so subtly..

I have lost faith in people
life is no longer simple
money, pride and ego
simple pleasures of life we forego..

A dog can't straighten his tail
but dog's faithfulness cannot fail
he is man's best friend
you cannot judge a man by his friend..

when there is no love, there is no way
no black or white, life is all gray
salty tears on wounds rubbed with salt
man's awry nature is at fault..



#quatrain

captive of time


like a haunting melody
an unsung canticle
aching to be heard
begging..a release from anguish
I kneel
in the emptiness of a barren silence
a captive of time
I cradle my hopes 
in the changing hues of eternity.
       as
I lie down burned...
under sycamore skies
I give time a rebirth
my heart bewildered  
by time's inconsistency
       I kneel
and beg for time...





after midnight

sighing
softened whimpers
sparked by tribulation
fingers quaver as tears are wiped
stifling cries break the silence of the night
as clouds move to cover the sky
from lips a moan escapes
bosom heaving
sighing

# rictameter