Saturday, December 31, 2005

Seeds Again

DROPS of PAIN

Where are the tears of yesterday’s joy,
and laughter of life memories’ pain?
A man’s pride can endure quick release
in cathartic most public display,
but only in disguising poetry
can I now merge teared soul-seeds
with drops of rain in life’s rebirth.

my friends --
daughters of friendship’s kiss;
but a tree rooted in Mother Earth
and aspiring to spirit’s reach,

within and beyond
reach out through the loom
and pass the shuttle to me.

faucon

1 Comments:

At 9:17 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

A beautiful song, faucon, heard on the night breeze, with the notes of a pipe carrying it along.

 

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