Poetry's Square

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Kiki
Her blog has many poems!

Danzibar

I loved his poem on Empathy. Here are my favorite lines:

You write your laughter on my lips

My God YOU are my muse

My eyes they glow with your eclipse

My mind is but a ruse

I will no longer run and hide

From feeling others' pain

my God you've shown me how dear Lord

My heart is not to blame

I once was lost upon a sea

Of vastness great--and darkness keen

But now I've found the key dear Lord

Your love a chain to urge me forward

Tinydancer
I was stunned by her Rain imagery:

I sit and stare as diamonds fall
And reach the ground, then shatter
And turn to liquid as they roll
Down the roads and hills.
And as I watch these little miracles uncoil,
I wonder what mysteries are within

Ophelia

My sister's makes me laugh. You simply must read it!

Cassie

And so, with age,

Now the shadow is so bold.

Dark dusty days, so long the years,

the tale has fast grown old.

And now some classics. I simply had to post Reynold's beautiful piece again:



Maid Marian!



And of course we return to George MacDonald. I LOVE this one:



Rose o' my hert

Open yer leaves to the lampin' moon;

Into the curls lat her keek an' dert;

She'll tak' the colour but gi'e ve tune.



Buik o' my brain,

Open yer neuks to the starry signs

Lat the een o' the holy luik an' strain

An' glimmer an' score atween the lines.



Cup o' my sowl,

Gowd an' diamond an' ruby cup

Ye're noucht ava but a toom dry bowl,

Till the wine o' the kigdom fill ye up.



Conscience-glass,

Mirror the infinite all in thee;

Melt the bounded and make it pass

Into the tideless, shoreless sea.



World of my life,

Swing thee round thy sunny track;

Fire and wind and water and strife--

Carry them all to the glory back.



Out o the dim wood came two lovely orms into the moonlight, and sotly approached him--so sotly that he knew nothing of their nearness until Floramil spoke.



"Is that McPhail?"



"Yes, my lady," answered Malcolm, and bounded to his feet.



"What were you singing?"



"You could hardly call it singing, my lady. We should call it crooning in Scotland."



"Croon it again then."



"I couldn't, Milady. It's gone."

~That's from MacDonald's Malcolm. He doesn't write poetry very often.

And lastly, a few of mine:

The Cloak (I simply had to re-post it)

And one I wrote some time ago based on Psalms 131:

A Simple Poem.

Lord, I come with humbled heart,
My pride has left my eyes.
I come a child, full of trust,
I leave behind all ties.
I come a child, unconcerned
With things too great for me,
I come a child, longing just
To sit here, at your knee.
With quiet soul, and patient heart,
I put my hope in you.
I give my heart!
I give my soul!
I’m yours, Lord,
through and through!

This is not the last Poetry's Square! If you have a poem (or want to post ANOTHER poem) just drop a comment. Or an email (see sidebar.)

If enough of you have more poems, we'll do this again!