fallow lie the fields
of grim Athenry
yes, we have no milk
the cow has run dry
those perishing below
from her window sees
but does she even hear
their heart-twisting pleas?
Lady of Shalott
wrings out tears like rain
cries for herself not
children with no grain
what use is crying
with no song to say
the doom is upon her
she's clean sailed away
lonely is the lady
in her tower gray
drowning in blossoms
in boat off the quay
Such a golden waste
bright sparkler divine
Makes me consider
the spark that is mine
methinks as I think
in my quirky rhyme
about brevity of
the tango with time
to the death dicers
who flirt with the grave
a word of caution
before the final wave
spare a thought for those
leaving leaves behind
when contemplating
a darker shade of mind
as for me, I'll wear
my 24-karat glow
done with silence now
time to tell and show
no more colors hid
under basket confine
time to blow the top off
this little light of mine
I've a debt to let
my bright and dark shine
keening out me to
my young still in line.
to pay it forward
filling shoes they outgrew
all the good they gave
the kindness I knew
life ring thrown back
to those gone before
rescue swim sonnet
pointing to the shore
in parched earth vale
better to light a spark
than waste golden dreams
by cursing the dark
Pax Vobiscum.
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