July, 2014
Weep no more, my Willow Tree
POSTED IN Stories July 31, 2014
Weep no more, my Willow Tree
Weep no more, my Willow Tree!
Fill by tears the ruffled Sea.
Shiver not, hold your breath still.
An it harm none, do as ye will.Wave your branches to and fro.
Tied the mirrored Moon below.
Touch the Fate with your goodwill.
An it harm none, do as ye will.Take root from a single log,
that has fallen into bog,
grow, reach high, your life fulfill.
An it harm none, do as ye will.Weep no more, my thriving Willow!
Grow wise roots on wavy billow.
Weep no more, live lives with thrill.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
Finland, 31.07.2014
Maria Magdalena Biela
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
POSTED IN classic poetry July 30, 2014
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
Nor mirth nor music wakes my HallsI have sat lonely all the day
Watching the drizzly mist descend
And first conceal the hills in grey
And then along the valleys wendAnd I have sat and watched the trees
And the sad flowers how drear they blow
Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze
Wave their light leaves in summer’s glowYet their lives passed in gloomy woe
And hopeless comes its dark decline
And I lament because I know
That cold departure pictures mine.
Emily Jane Bronté
The Only News I Know
POSTED IN classic poetry July 30, 2014
The only news I know
The only news I know
Is bulletins all day
From immortality:
The only shows I see
Tomorrow and today.
Perchance eternity.
The only one I meet
Is God, the only street
Existence; this traversed.
If other news there be
Or admirabler show,
I’ll tell it you.
Emily Dickinson
Autumn Rains
POSTED IN contemporary poetry July 28, 2014
Autumn RainsOur lawn is in a state of disrepair; the grass
lies dormant, trampled brown; and dead.
For only hardy weeds can thrive out here
And even those – our urge is to de-head!
My neighbour’s patch is brilliant, emerald green.
Not for him this gasping, drought struck land.
He has the liveliest grass I’ve ever seen!
From founts of water hosed by liberal hand.
Not us! We wait for autumn rains to fall.
And though my fingers itch to bring back life,
I must desist; we are in Nature’s thrall,
To interfere may cause some future strife.
So in this desert moment we just wait,
For autumn rains to come and satiate.
Amanda Edwards
From now until it’s now again
POSTED IN reading poetry, Stories July 19, 2014
From Now Until It’s Now AgainI’d like to be a drop of rain,
a tear to shine in eyes of crane,
to feel no sadness nor a pain.
From now until it’s now again.I’d like to be a bitter chain
to hold those hearts that only drain
the human will. Those hearts too vain.
From now until it’s now again.I’d like in every soul to reign,
to caress fearful thoughts profane
that a poor heart deny would fain.
From now until it’s now again.I’d like the power to restrain
mouth-honor, curses and disdain
away from every heart and brain.
From now until it’s now again.Time, Father of the mighty Vane,
make seconds sleep outside of gain,
stand still for all that is humane!
From now until it’s now again.19.07.2014
Chania
Bielka
