My hands stretch out to offer
Nameless, faceless, I step back
And return to the shadows
Link: serenity to smiling serenely
Two people I know (one online, one in person–although he moved out of kingdom some years ago) were invited to join the Order of the Laurel today. They have worked hard and I am very happy for them. As for myself, well…
I should note there was a tradition of poets expressing disappointment at being overlooked for advancement. I will do a post on that in the future.
In a wild twirl
The last leaves of autumn dance
On the lacy grass
The hesitant ones are left
To the wind’s icy mercy
Link: twirling to wild twirl. This one was setting up for the next poem, but was so obvious my brother-in-law caught the reference before I posted the next poem in the sequence. Which was awesome because that’s HOW this kind of thing is supposed to work!
Within the tempest
I am a leaf on the wind
Just watch how I soar
In serenity I wait
For the inevitable
Link: icy mercy to within the tempest (eg: no mercy). The second and third lines are a paraphrase from the Firefly movie “Serenity” (hence the wordplay in line four).
For those unfamiliar:
Now get you heathens hence, and watch Firefly, one of the greatest sci-fi series ever made.
The winter prairie filled with
Gaudy illusions twirling
Amidst the dun-colored fields
Link: Possibilities to possibilities
Optimism turns to whimsy, can it be trusted? Or is it an illusion?
The New Year’s new moon
The scent of snow in the air
Can you hear the bells?
All the world sees time turning
Oh! The possibilities!
Link: the old year to the new year
Note: poem included in a correspondence to my friend, Volu-Ingibiorg
Silence and stillness
The old year creeping away
As if embarrassed
These quiet waiting moments
Of intense anxiety
Link: Such awful stillness to silence and stillness
After the snowstorm
Out in the bone-chilling cold
Such awful stillness
The frozen branches twisting
In their silent agony
Link: Quiet curtain of lace to Such awful silence
Twilight snow settles
A quiet curtain of lace
Shutting out the sun
Whisper-soft, the darkness falls
Fingers tight around my throat
Link: Swirling snowflakes to a quiet curtain of lace