Poetry Corner

 

Season's Change

Grass of ecru peppers the land,

Winter's veil has not yet descended.

Limp brown leaves dangle from on high,

Longing to reach their tomb within the mud.

 

Spring's juvenescence is long done

And summer's dreams wilt untended.

Fall's ephemeral gale is mighty,

But winter's beard will soon grow long.

 

Buried beneath the passionless snow,

Spring's heart is gone, and will never fathom.

That the cycles end is near at hand,

Claiming back its wearied earth.

 

Wrinkles are formed, and laid to rest,

Fitting tight in nature's bosom.

A Silence is spoken on the breath of virtue,

For God's treasure is now unbound..

 

The Vale

Beyond the mists, a vale awaits,

Far from the rocky waste.

Distant from the trees misshapen,

Miles from the barren soil.

A glade of light, bereft of shadow -

Vibrant in its green delight.

 

A pixie stands within a circle,

Arms outstretched, towards the sky.

Standing strong to form protection,

Ensuring this a place of peace.

 

No fear and anger enter here,

Sorrow flees from its borders.

To this place I make the journey,

In each instance of the pain's increase.

My inner sanctum,

My soul's respite,

My own private arboretum.

 

For here I heal all my wounds,

Beyond the bounds of the human race.

Here I mend my inner sores,

By imbibing of its calming breath.

 

I wish for all to have a place,

In which they too can rest,

But only through one's own beliefs

can such a vale exist.

 

The Vet

Tonight I die a sleeping death

Until tomorrow's dawn.

The sun will greet my wrinkled face,

The dew will wash my skin.

 

Of night I see no darkness,

Of day I see no light.

For my eyes are blind,

My legs are bent,

And my arms hang limp at my side.

 

A prisoner in a war,

My fate.

The days run in together,

But still I pray for life each night,

And cry for freedom each morn.

 

Within the confines of my mind,

The only freedom found,

For bound am I,

Until my death,

Relived each night gone by.

 

The solace I have yet to find,

Dangles on a line.

Just outside my grasp

It taunts,

Its laughter peals through time.

 

Never will I see my love,

Again I fade away,

For in this bed the war won't die,

And neither will my mind.

 

Lifelong Friends

The paths they walked in life are different,

Yet their steps joined for a time.

Through childhood they danced and played,

Until the bell was rung.

Then marriage came into each life,

And their friendship was second place.

Children were born into each world,

The joy they brought was ripe.

The mothers then grew close again,

Their children as they were.

When old age set in and the children left,

Their ways parted again.

Her husband died, her husband left,

Then through sorrow their friendship renewed.

Until the time each was laid to rest,

Their friendship was ever true.

 

Upwards I Must Climb

Within the trees of time I waver,

Searching for a hold.

Throughout the branches I watch life fade,

As winter converges its grip.

Knowing not which twig will break,

When next I creep ahead.

Forbidden to the downward travel,

Upwards I must climb.

To the whitened tops, and creaking limbs,

And the frailness of design.

 

Within my arbor I sit - Forsaken -

Unsure of my scheme.

Like an ant among the grasses,

Hopelessly I labor.

Inching ever slowly,

Striving forth to conquer.

Knowing that without movement -

A twig -

Unbending -

Soon broken -

I am sure to quick become.

 

The burdens of a lifetime

Descend upon my chest,

Their weight so like a piece of straw,

Soon to break my back -

Scrunch, - Then stretch,

I again begin my travels.

The heaviness reduced in strength,

The air a sweet repast.

~*~All poems on this page were written by me, Roni Alsman, and are my sole property. Please do not reproduce them for any purpose without my written consent.~*~

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