Short Shriven Poems

Love so easy when stars align
One kiss one touch you are mine
We enter realm of truly sublime
What went wrong? I missed first sign
'twas the criticism you did design
no longer can I worship at your shrine

You took my love so freely given
Forget forgiveness you won't be shriven.



This started out as a vaasokht but am afraid it did not follow rules entirely....

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If those buried beneath our boots
could rise today,
would they moan, turning shriven features
to the frozen earth,
or would they run to any patch of sunlight,
make snow angels, heap-up snowmen, 
sticking black bones into white bodies?
Would they fashion a bright face
from tooth stumps and sockets?

Sadly some,
the frost-formed and un-melting,
might hitch rides on the windows of cars,
return to defunct offices
(briefcases stuffed with snow),
to labor over epitaphs....

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The day I had to force a smile,
For a moment  I was imbecile,
I had to  pretend just for a while,
Unable to walk; I  was immobile.

Lying on that bed I was in great pain,
But for a moment I confused my brain,
After all I had undergone I had to refrain,
Like a poet I thought of writing a cinquain.

Today I can testify there is God in Heaven,
I feel His presence when having a sweven,
He is a wonder working God; I have Shriven,
He truly lives and through me He has proven....

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Should auld acquaintance be forgiven?
Seek not dear darling, to be shriven.
With all the sweet torments of love
you once visited on my heart, the same
measure for meaure did I, on you, employ.
Call to mend; healing now the only joy.


The rapture, ripe, that we once shared,
I know (and my hope is that you do too)
with all we were, we truly cared.
The love we gave: me to you; you to me
I will always hold treasured, in memory.
Keep the best, forgive and forget
we'll take a cup of kindness yet......

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