Does not every season prove That all leaves hit the ground? Does not every rocket launch show That what goes up must come down?The rope snaps, the pitcher falls,Trees, men -- they rise and decay.Nothing is endless, This is what nature teaches us, Yet, looking at her now, her long hair, her dark eyes-- I…
Fate turns like the spokes of a wheel, When the wheel is broken, The driver descends to replace it with a better, stronger one. Tools of speed will always be replaced, How sad is r How sad their shortness of life, they are like butterflies in the breeze, Beautiful for three days, then quickly swept…
Let the bees make love to their honey in peace, Do not poison them, do not chase them off, or destroy them. We disturbed them first. We trampled their flowers, and burned their nests. A sting is little a price to pay for a demolished home and massive unemployment.
Short poem on poetry
All this, everything that moves in this moving world,What is it in the face of YOU?Just erasable writing on a board,Just tears fallen in a pool.
It's a kiss I missed, a kiss I should have caught.But I let it slip, and I let the moment pass.And now all I've got is a memory of a path not takenAnd my mind, to imagine all it could have led to.
I must thank Night for the truths she whispers when she comesI must thank Day for showing me the error in all those thoughtsBut sometimes Night is right,And Day has only wrong to sayFor Night, when alone, is dreams, is freedom, unshackled thought,While Day is surrounded, crowded by other minds--ideas lashing in the air.
(First voice)Tonight I take the leapI speak the words that creepI touch the withered handAnd say: "have me again, old friend"(Second voice)If you go away as I know you mustThere'll be nothing left in the world but dustand the hallowed wind to play silence's tune On leaves of branches, beneath a dead moonShould you choose…
Short poem on the pain of loss