Thursday, April 29, 2010

Alpine Paradox

The closer you are, the cooler the air,
the higher you climb, the bolder the glare.
Frostier feelings take over: I swear
I can't figure out how this could come
about. 'Cause when all is said and done,
the closer I get, the colder the sun.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Nostalgic Ashes

Nostalgic ashes in the fireplace
are all that remain of winter's embrace.
Gray bare branches, freezing winds, snowflakes race
from memory, leaving not a single trace.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Muse

While the muse cavorts with others, our eyes sometimes meet. She will give me a polite, rather dry smile, and then turn back to her banter with the prettier talent. But I know a flirt when I see one. She knows she can't fool me.

Because I know that only the extraordinary, the exceptional, the sublime fascinate her. The rest are mere diversion. And while her coquettish ways rouse in me a desire for her affections, I rather settle for that bare look, whence these modest works spring.

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