She is joy.
I have seen her
Sad and tired,
But she is joy.
Her bright smile
And winning laugh
Linger and warm
The heart long after
The sight and sound
Are gone.
She is joy.
And though I wore
A yellow shirt today,
She was the sun
For this cloudy afternoon.
She is joy.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Le Chat
Il me confond.
Mais c'est naturel,
Il est comme un chat.
Regardez son posture,
Son forme,
Avec grace et tension,
Relaxée mais plein de pouvoir.
Il me confond.
Danseur, chanteur,
Guerrier
Qui est intelligent
Et sait la musique sacrée
Et des anciennes prières.
Il me confond.
Le chat,
Il est un bon homme sur toute.
Un vrai bon homme.
Et "bon homme,"
Ca veut dire
"Bon ami,"
N'est pas?
Mais c'est naturel,
Il est comme un chat.
Regardez son posture,
Son forme,
Avec grace et tension,
Relaxée mais plein de pouvoir.
Il me confond.
Danseur, chanteur,
Guerrier
Qui est intelligent
Et sait la musique sacrée
Et des anciennes prières.
Il me confond.
Le chat,
Il est un bon homme sur toute.
Un vrai bon homme.
Et "bon homme,"
Ca veut dire
"Bon ami,"
N'est pas?
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Snow Shenanigans
What a foe is time.
He marched on
While we laughed, danced,
And played in the snow
And on ice
As we acted like
The crazy freshmen we are.
He pressed on
And I already had to say
Goodbye once due to his passing
Though I came back.
But I can see already
Time ticking nearer
To the day when
I have to say "adieu"
To laughing around a fire,
Around a laptop,
Around a tripped friend.
Time gives the gift,
At least,
Of making these moments seem
Like they can never end.
He marched on
While we laughed, danced,
And played in the snow
And on ice
As we acted like
The crazy freshmen we are.
He pressed on
And I already had to say
Goodbye once due to his passing
Though I came back.
But I can see already
Time ticking nearer
To the day when
I have to say "adieu"
To laughing around a fire,
Around a laptop,
Around a tripped friend.
Time gives the gift,
At least,
Of making these moments seem
Like they can never end.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Snow
To walk across these white diamonds,
To tread where none else have trod,
Seems akin to a sin
In these humble eyes.
My browned, blackening footsteps
Disrupt the gentle and near magical
Array of crystals over
The easy slope.
But 'tis no matter.
As I walk along
Diamonds still fall en masse
To diligently erase my trace.
To tread where none else have trod,
Seems akin to a sin
In these humble eyes.
My browned, blackening footsteps
Disrupt the gentle and near magical
Array of crystals over
The easy slope.
But 'tis no matter.
As I walk along
Diamonds still fall en masse
To diligently erase my trace.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
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