'The Echo'A Good Day echo out Are you there? bounce back Here I am. Repeat.A Bad Day echo out Are you there? echo out I'm sorry. echo out I love you.
'My Muse'She no longer exists.Alone with pen, I write nothing.Thick syrup clogs my veins.I feel nothing.She smiled Her short braids and barrettes fluttered in the air.A butterfly She captured its life in word.She saw Her eyes offered more than love.She's gone Lost in an opaque cloud.A memory.
Response to Sonnet 73Response to Sonnet 73Though honored yellow leaves swing high and lowDespite the cold, the sweet bird will sing strong.Generations of them will come and goYet the song will prevail still sweet and long.True, twilights will fadeth by day by dayAnd goodness seems harder to find and beBut nothing is sealed forever awayAs birds will birth birds, and trees will birth trees.And fires as cruel and vicious can actMerely rebirth the Natures true laborAs she can paint now with graceful new tactShe ends old life to breath new with ember.So though you think that death is eternalThink thus that life is only seasonal.