May’s Round of Poetry

THE QUIET BOASTING OF LOVE.

Cooo, she woos.
Cawww, he replies, with light in his eyes.

The crow and the sparrow,
Struck in the chest by cupid’s arrow.
Beyond the clouds they make their flight,
A sun nest by day, a moon nest by night.

Beaks together, flapping feather to feather,
He whispers: Love, Let’s not be afraid,
Only in this moment is our love made.
In this moment’s bright glow,
Where there’s no “yes” or no “no.”

And oh! What a dream we share
To fly so high,
Where the stars sing us nightly a lullaby.
And when it’s our turn,
and our sweet song is sung…
Oh, see, it heightens the night!
How the blanket of stars twinkles ever so slightly…more brightly!

So the story goes.

He says: Good night sweet sparrow.
And she says: Good night dear crow.

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A STRANGER IN MY NAME.

There was a stranger in my name.
He wore my clothes and stalked the town.
He drank cheap and swore,
He stole from the poor and worm-tongued the rich,
I think, once, he was seen chasing a woman into an alley.
He was a peculiar and angry fellow.

While he was around, I couldn’t show my face.
Now that he’s gone,
I come out and I tell you: He wasn’t me.
He wasn’t me.
I swear, forgive me – he wasn’t me.

Apr 21, 2009 | Categories: Personal Art | Leave A Comment »