thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows
a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living
wounds unstitched
like a heart unhealing from over-crowded transgressions
a feel that's too familiar
nestled in the treads of tired
where we can't always control the skidding
crescent moon
dangling, unsettled in the sky
shrunk in a sparseness of graying
pinched edges from a light threadbare
unable to lift toil from labor's bones
haggling for some salvation
Categories:
sparseness, change, dark, firework, light,
Form: Free verse
The polarity tree..
Another label and story
But what is there without
Labels and stories..
It is a pine tree with
Nothing atop and a
Wide flaring skirt below..
Nothing and everything..
Sameness up and down:
Nothing appears as
The branches and needles..
Enter the characters the
Individual needles
Multiplicities increasing
As Nothing seems to recede..
Yet Nothing does not recede
Only the needles seem to move
And live and die..
Sparseness and denseness
Higher and lower
That's a continuing story...
Categories:
sparseness, analogy, confidence, relationship, visionary,
Form: Blank verse
Frugality
Spending on things that's
really necessary
in restrained manner.
~X~X~X~
Minimalism
A technique that's marked
by extreme sparseness, simple
wilful lack of style.
~X~X~X~
Categories:
sparseness, life,
Form: Verse
Cacophony of the front
Hopes and dreams define
Humanity, scenes of yesterday
Never to be forgotten, from haunting
Effects of childhood laughter
Uncertainties that become
Certainties, seldom been
Well explored to be
Moving remarkable
Response
Grace
Eloquence
Sparseness of writing
Beautifully complements
Power of emotions to be described
With sights and sounds
To unfold with slow
Deliberate eloquence
Artistic
Triumph
Like a heartbeat
Was the deafening sound
Of the Classics of yesterday...
This is dedicated to our wonderful classics..
Charlotte Brontë -
A writer all her life, Brontë published her first novel, Jane Eyre, in 1847 under the manly pseudonym Currer Bell. Though controversial in its criticism of society's ...
"His wit is bright, his humorous attractive, but both hear the same relation to his serious genius that the mere lambent sheer-lightning playing under the edge of the summer cloud does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb. Finally I have alluded to Mr. Thackeray, because to him--if he will accept the tribute of a total stranger--I have dedicated this second edition of
"JANE EYRE"
DECEMBER 21ST 1847
Brooke
CHARLOTTE BRONTE
Categories:
sparseness, culture, romantic,
Form: Romanticism
Solitude
A restless night, never ending
Its darkness clouding my mind
Creating visions of ghosts of the past
All dancing to the tune of the ticking clock
Morning finally comes in the small and dingy room
Faint rays of sunlight seep through tattered blinds
The sparseness of my existence dimly illuminated
My eyes open slowly but refuse to focus
I realize that the world is still there, as before
And I am still trapped, alone, in my solitude
Copyright Charlie Gragg, January 17, 2011
Categories:
sparseness, sad
Form: I do not know?