A shadow in the city streets
A cipher of the darkened ways
A tree alone up on a hill
A festival of Shakespeare’s plays
A marvel I can’t understand
A question there’s no answer to
“And what am I but hope?” she asks
This nova, bright, unnoticed
Hitherto
Some hearts sing
If they might hear
The music;
Others sing and dance
From a music that’s all their own
Cute in quotes and pure at leisure,
Swirling mist and public treasure,
Sybelline but full of fancy,
Living love, and necromancy –
Sharing hopes and hiding dolor,
Few may know, but those extol her,
Spreading humor over bruises,
Thoughtful whimsy in her chooses –
Separated by intention,
Need, the sister of invention,
Going where the fates may lead her,
Architect of those who need her –
Never slow but seldom hurried,
Always caring, never worried,
Friends, and always, to the friendless,
Actions random, odd, and trendless –
Cute in quotes and pure in humor,
Swirling mist of truth and rumor,
Sybelline in reticence,
Artistry in every sense.
she draws because
the world is not
what it should be
© Alexandra Smirnova | Dreamstime.com – Sunset and Lake
She has gradually given bits of herself away — to her children, her friends, and now her grandchildren, each receiving portions of a beauty she had little time to enjoy when she was younger.
Beauty, of course, is made of broken things: days and hours, broken by fatigue; hearts and dreams, broken by the whims of fate and ill-kept promises — but what she spends is never truly spent.
He heard: “You’re just a poet. Write your words
of common things, within your daily span:
Don’t try understand what’s past your reach;
Do not essay to plumb the depths of man.”
He left his money there, as he was told,
And walked out into emptiness and night —
For much within this city never glows,
And many who are smart are not
That bright
They told him, “just the strong survive.”
But he does not believe that, much —
A type of mere tautology
Because strength is defined as such
For he’s known weakness, indolence,
The need for frequent healing —
But he survives ’cause he’s refused
To ever give up
Feeling
