Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

There is no life to lead but a good one.Once upon a time, there was nothing here.Now the time has shown itself like the sun,shining in the face of the watch of fear:Never have the angles slid across like this, against the template of time, instruc… Continue reading →

Jump for joy! The spring is here. Winter died.They burnt her effigy with flaming straw,and I laughed inside the plaza then cried.If only I could see the things she saw:A lot goes down under lock and steel key when winter shrouds the world from our… Continue reading →

Body, spirit, mind. Three things that I need.I run in the mornings. The dew so nice.It shines on the dead leaves. I watch my feet,careful not to fall. I must trust my eyes:Possessions, work, reputation. Crucial things for the responsible man.I dis… Continue reading →

The mores of this time are all askew.One hand smites the face whose brain directs it;one hand waves always at the plane that flewaway – bearing girl and dreams – rejects it:What does this mean? Well, there are no morals because their abundance mea… Continue reading →

The cat is cute, it’s white and flexible,it jumps on counters, commandeers couches,it walks in circles so illegibleyou can’t know if it reneges or vouches:You spray its face with water every time it jumps on your most sacred surfacesand it runs fr… Continue reading →

You lie when you pick up the phone. You liewhen your heart skips a beat. You lie when youclaim to know me, each glimpse won on the sly.You lie when you try to make one from two:You laugh when there is nothing to look at, when the sky overhead is b… Continue reading →

The waves opened up before me in bluesso deep, so salty I could taste the painof a thousand years of the breathless huesof death mixed with blood, fire, ice and rain:In that instant of triumph I nearlywent under, almost left behind my spoils, my n… Continue reading →

We bear the burden of impulse and fear, twin burdens upon our heavy shoulders, lightened only as our glory flies near our heads in the wind as the flame smoulders: Passion and craft are like berries and cream: a paradox of light and heaviness that… Continue reading →

Danger, daggers, dragons in barrow-hoards -nothing could stop them, no one resistedthose fiery hands that fluttered out towardseyelids of heathens – heroes desisted:Fury flowed from the firth, necks were cracked back, and I’ve lost my place; there… Continue reading →

Many moons passed, many a setting suntill he chose to sail with his only son:[Pardon the ease of my rhyme, the Heart’s breezerustles inside my mind, beneath my brees.] “I was homesick at nights, seasick at home,for my home is sea, the sea is my ho… Continue reading →