coming in 3’s

My first attempt at a sonnet, sticking to more strict form than I usually do. Followed by another work which may have inspired it slightly.

deep seated urban decay
times in which we live
life leaking through a sieve.
truth on mute while lies do play
voices know not what to say
all to take and none to give
living life without motive,
waiting for ‘someday’
when freedom will arise.
stripped of all their power
it comes as no surprise
as cowards will then cower
from light that makes one wise
when comes this blessed hour.

Anthem for Doomed Youth

by Wilfred E. Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

and since we’re on firsts, my initial foray into pastel on canvas. Still in progress:


Second, something older…

From October perhaps? I rarely put the date of things written in my notebook.

Give me peace in love

Give me tranquility in  humility

Find the strength in my words

Find respite in courage

Make time for our beauty

Make beauty in our time

Seek the universe within

Seek a person I’ve not been

There’re flowers in these pages

There’re hours left in rages

So let us come together

Let us be free forever

and something having to do with this track as well

First, a poem

Slightly nonsensical, more of a free flow set to rhyme, but then again that’s the point isn’t it?

Tumbling words that shine like glitter,

Rumbling drums pound, patter, pitter

Stumbling feet that never quit. her

Taste so good but oh so bitter

Haste comes on as thoughts go twitter,

Seeing them both dart and flitter

Like birds above the trees

Who scheme to fly so free

In blessed life, just be