Darkness of the night
Darkness of soul
Demons abroad
Devils roam
Dark dreams
Dread.
Deterioration
Despoliation
Degradation
Destruction
Decay
Death
Categories:
tenebrae, angst, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
Then father broke her thinking with rebuff.
"Shhh! You're talking to yourself. Everybody's
looking. They can hear. You're not saying Mass.
Be more respectful!"
And she complied, not wanting twice recuff.
‘Twas so, all gave her disapproval view.
Now she heard priest, not wanting make remuff.
Words came from missal people so well knew.
"In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat
apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum. Hoc erat
in principio apud Deum. Omnia per ipsum
facta sunt; et sine ipso factum est
nihil, quod factum est: in ipso vita erat,
et vita erat lux hominum: et lux in
tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non
comprehenderunt."
Categories:
tenebrae, religious,
Form: Free verse
We are little leaves upon the tree
We never did control our tiny worlds
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
With metaphor, it’s easier to see
Life is tender, see each leaf unfurl
We are only leaves upon the tree
Singing in the sun we seem to be
Full of joy until the storm winds swirl
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Extinguished candles smoke at Tenebrae
We are blown to death however bold
We are little leaves upon the tree
Thus we sacrifice to God uncertainly
Yet as the wars continue, we grow cold
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Who has dropped us from the hands that hold?
Who has stolen certainty untold?
We are little leaves upon the tree
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Categories:
tenebrae, allusion, beautiful, death,
Form: Villanelle
We are little leaves upon the tree
We never did control our tiny worlds
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
With metaphor, it’s easier to see
Life is tender, see each leaf unfurl
We are only leaves upon the tree
Singing in the sun we seem to be
Full of joy until the storm winds swirl
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Extinguished candles smoke at Tenebrae
We are blown to death however bold
We are little leaves upon the tree
Thus we sacrifice to God uncertainly
Yet as the wars continue, we grow cold
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Who has dropped us from the hands that hold?
Who has stolen certainty untold?
We are little leaves upon the tree
The tree of life; what power, what mystery
Categories:
tenebrae, allusion, animal, leaving, loss,
Form: Villanelle
Fugax praeter tardisanum,
Cum omnia memento temporis,
Pecunia et potestas,
Famae et gloria,
Illea isti istae ista vero illud magnus?
Que de illea minorus reis,
Un candlae in illea tenebrae,
Un beate catalus ad tuus pedos,
Un bracchium undeque tuus umerous,
Un subrisus in tuus flos amicus faceies?
Ubi voluntas nos be sine ea?
Que de a lodiscis in illea frigoris?
Que de id?
Apud illes lapis.
(Fleeting but slow,
With everything in the moment,
Money and power,
Fame and glory,
Are they really that important?
What about the little things,
A candle in the dark,
A happy puppy at your feet,
An arm around your shoulders,
A smile on your best friends face?
Where would we be without those?
What about a blanket in the cold?
What about it?
Apud illes lapis.)
Categories:
tenebrae, happiness, philosophy, sad, visionary,
Form: Free verse