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#28 - The Darkest Night (a sonnet)

The darkness binds me in my fright no sleep, just constant wandering. Of mind and spirit burning bright, beneath the blaze I’m plummeting to ashes of the silent world who dance around the windy shore until the night begins to whirl me into mighty waves that roar like thunder of the restless mind which strikes upon the silenced ear, an endless sea that leaves behind a chilling dream of fear. But far away I sense the light who comes to save me from this night!

#27 - Guide Me Into the Fog (a pantoum)

When the flute plays her silky interlude, the tunes of regret and longing let my gloomy spirit rise in the faint, dim candlelight. The tunes of regret and longing wandering around the room in the faint, dim candlelight gently pull at my tangled heart. Wandering around the room, melodies weeping in sorrow that gently pull at my tangled heart, flow in dark ribbons. Melodies weeping in sorrow that guide me into the fog, flow in dark ribbons and misty shades of blue. Guide me into the fog when the flute plays her silky interlude, and misty shades of blue let my gloomy spirit rise.

#26 - Souvenir de Provence (a sestina)

  The brick house stands in the morning air, her figure dwarfed by the rising mountains who are illuminated in the rays of sunlight that fall upon us as we peer through the blue gate, watching the wind sweep across the grass, over the silent ripples of the lake. The old kayak leans against the shore of the lake, the black dog leaps through the air towards it, running in the thread-like grass, the only sign of life in the foreground of towering mountains. We open the gate surrounded in warm light and waves of light winds that carry summer leaves up across the lake, flying into the weathered gate, leaving us in a garden of open air facing the high, fearless mountains, as we stand in the swaying grass. When we return to the brick house along the grass, the sun has dimmed her shining light, the brilliance of the mountains has transformed into a simple landscape, the lake has been painted shades of orange, and the dense air pulls the afternoon light out the gate. Night floods in...