progress made only
within the realms of knowledge
if only I could
enlighten the ungathered
and bridge the gaps of all time
Categories:
ungathered, encouraging, growth, humanity, strength,
Form: Tanka
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Categories:
ungathered, autumn, beautiful, color, goodbye,
Form: Triolet
merriment epic
ungathered souls gather, their
persuasive voices vibrant
chanting you are beautiful
pulsating love felt beyond
Categories:
ungathered, beauty, inspiration, life, uplifting,
Form: Tanka
OLD MIDDAY SUN
Blatant heat smothers from
The lengthening day, and, fear-
Shaking in tattered rags,
They linger in listless agony.
An old midday sun has risen up,
Showering its crimson fury
On fields, open with imagined blooms,
As calloused hands toil
In blood-streaked sweat,
Yet no sign of righteous
Crosses or markers for
Perpetual remembrance, witnessing
The courage of futile sacrifice.
Hardened soil is become
Sacred earth, where the yield
Of bitter grief lies ungathered.
Categories:
ungathered, abuse, death, evil, fire,
Form: Free verse
The thinness of skin
parchments across
blue veins and brittle stick bones
dreaming of budding branches—it lays loose
you've matched my desire
with phrases of burning leaves
flames—flaring gold, yellow and red
rheum fills my once clear eyes
but echoed memory guides me
through forests of fall
descending with feathered down
from empty nests
dulled and lifeless fodder for fire
ungathered leafless—
forlorn as stalks of dry corn
still, I eye beauty—
voice symphonies of words
and build bonfires from
each passing
night
Categories:
ungathered, age, faith, life,
Form: Free verse
You passionately
shared the warmth
of handsome men.
Blessed with the
fruit of youthful
women.
Expectation
glimse the face of
white haired
mother,the breath
of a grand child.
The drought came
before the wet
season, your fruit-
fall unripe, such gold
crop fades
ungathered.
When the rain
comes, hail mother
with uncounted
abort, who will run
and giggle in your
house?
When hair once
ebony turns silver-
gray,who will
weave them and
grace your ears
with painted songs?
Give them a chance
same as yours,they
too deserve to live.
Categories:
ungathered, grief
Form: Didactic