Category: Rondeau

After the Rain

The silent birds stayed hidden, bowed
beneath the weight of recent cloud-
bursts, tattered feathers flat and dripping
like the roses. Rain loves stripping
beauty that was Spring-endowed.

Those thorny limbs that formed a shroud
around a sodden arch allowed
the deluge in while wind was whipping
the silent birds.

Below, the grass stalks swaggered, proud
of water pendants; seemed to crowd
together. Gluttons! They were sipping
droplets that still lingered, slipping
from the leaves. “We’ll sing soon,” vowed
the silent birds.

Trade-offs

Trade-offs will let you personalize
the software known as life. The whys
and whens you synchronize create
scenarios that alter fate.
But there will be a compromise.

With salaries and goals, the size
could be important but it’s wise
to gingerly appreciate
trade-offs.

Your basement friends, whom time denies,
are bartered if a dreamed-of rise
is near. When you negotiate
an upgrade to your virtual state,
reality should recognize
trade-offs.

Growing Silence

Growing silence separates,
only habit still relates
in a bond of trials shared.
Seems they never really cared.
Empty longing infiltrates.

They’re imprisoned by the fates,
every choice, the past dictates
and the future has them scared.
Growing silence.

Feigning, neither hesitates,
separately, each meditates,
contemplates steps never dared,
yearning, scorning to be spared.
Recognises and awaits
growing silence.

Growing silence separates,
only habit still relates
in a bond of trials shared.
Seems they never really cared.
Empty longing infiltrates.