Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Woe

Whirring insect wings
We cross the waters in papyrus vessels
Go! Swift messengers 
Tell of denunciation

From the sole of the foot to the crown of the head
We are unwell, we are grievously ill 
Like a drunk staggering in his vomit
We search for a land now washed away



You

You by my side
You standing near
You next to me 

You I hold dear

You are a need
Which I fill
As often as possible 

You are sustenance 

A Bird Fleeing From Her Nest Am I


Like a bird chased away from its nest am I.
Become a place of concealment to me!
Conceal me from those oppressing me;
Like a weight sinking down I am.

May those trampling others down perish!
Judge fairly to swiftly execute righteousness;
Haughtiness and pride and empty talk will come to nothing.

O, deep within me I am boisterous with pain.
So, spread out your shoots like mighty trees;
For with my tears I will drench it copiously. 

Rejoicing and joyfulness have been taken away 
And in the orchard there are no songs of joy.
That is why I will weep over the vine of Love.

With my tears I will drench you, O Love, 
Because your summer fruit and harvest have ended.
Like the strumming of a harp, my innermost self quivers.  
But, there will be no songs, no fruitage, no good season. 


Monday, December 12, 2016

Things Belonging to Dragonflies


Things Belonging to Dragonflies

I feel like a dragonfly who’s lost its wing;
No, I feel like the dragonfly’s wing, lost.

Left to flutter down slowly in the wind,
To dwell, an iridescent gossamer thing

Amidst a muddy range of things that kill
Dragonflies, and collect dragonfly wings.