Life – Page 2 – Piecework Prose

Words Said Under a Fearful Breath – A Virelai

this conversation warrants libation. you see, your consternation is indication frailty guides your mentation. such trepidation, dear me.

An Open Field – A Haiku

i often picture myself, alone in a field swaying in the wind.

The Heather and the Slings – A Sicilian Octave

i watched the birds dance among the heather, hopping and chirping in the breath of spring. no thoughts had they just then as to whether the frost, nor the chill that winter would bring. no future pain: neither now, or ever, might hope to still the songs that they might sing. their voices: full, warm…

Dance of the Water Striders – A Monotetra

we roamed aside the tow’ring hill nearby a lake, whereby we’d fill our canteens up and to their fill. drink in the chill; drink in the chill. we’d sit along the riverside and watch the water striders glide, entranced, intrigued and mystified. minds wand’ring wide; minds wand’ring wide.

Painted Lady – An Awdl Gywydd

so long, strange painted lady. your stately manor, now ash, looms etern’lly proud and sure. solid as you were, frail glass.

Can’t Have Everything – A Haiku

can’t have everything i suppose that’s just the way life keeps us in check

A Stolen Kiss

does the snow remember the leaf it so briefly kissed as it died melting or the somber grey of winter on her burning gold promises of spring rays of bergamot claim the tender lot sending june to her cheeks blushing seasons alight – flushed red with august – rushed auspicious lush roses dripping frozen ground…