Thursday, October 30, 2014

"Learning to love you" [villanelle]


Am I learning to love you day by day my friend?
might I cherish you in the stillness of my heart?
is our tale of timeless love without an end?


you discovered me by strange happenstance!  we wend
an ineffable circuit   tracing part by part
am I starting to love you day by day my friend?


though my poems be vague & paltry  let me send
darkling ringlets of thought   till ringing words impart
such a tale of timeless love as knows no end


didn't Hafez intone   the heartbreak of the rend?
didn't Rumi each lambent round of longing chart?
am I growing to love you day by day my friend?


when our life meets with signs & portents  that portend
beauty's arrows let loose   like cupid's poison dart
is our tale of timeless love without an end?


in this universe   who'll say what's comin' 'round the bend?
in this dream   who sees what's the horse  & where's the cart?

if I'm learning to love you day by day my friend
could our tale of love flow on without an end?


[line 10: "the rend" = the lover]

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

clueless in paradise [gatha]


Being so simple   I'm easily astonished
being so clueless   I'm handily beguiled
in my defense   (as scriptures have admonished)
paradise comes   when you become a child

Friday, September 26, 2014

Sunrise Ceremony [sonnet]


What if I should write a quaint poem worthy of you?
would the world survive the astonishment of its lines?

what if each unpredicted phrase shone deep & true
would you instantly grasp what heart flirts in its signs?
 

O but what should the poem declare? might it extoll
how pure happiness in the curve your smile resides?
ought the verse proceed to bewail your injured toe?
might it recollect the gentle wash of Malibu tides?

say we dawdle beside a salt wave that astounds us

can our words nab the exactitude of its grace?
when a universe boasting cotton clouds surrounds us
& in this world what if I glimpse the ravishing face

of a love whom I can address in inadequate lines?
the benighted soul for such perfect poetry pines

Saturday, September 20, 2014

maloom  [rubai]


If maybe I am the friend of you 
I'll maybe descry no end of you
if maybe yours be mine own hid heart 
how many the ways I'll wend of you!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

"The Honeybee's Love"  [rubai]


Since life in the world is a worrisome thing    at times
the path to the friend has a definite ring    at times
where the pith of existence manifests    in duality
the honeybee's love has a definite sting    at times