FEAR NO MORE THE HEAT OF THE SUN
Catch the sunlight
Enjoy its clutch
Keep its warmth
Savour its touch
For soon it will die
Its purpose served
Its welcome embrace
Was unreserved
The title is taken from Shakespeare’s ‘Cymbeline’.)
Catch the sunlight
Enjoy its clutch
Keep its warmth
Savour its touch
For soon it will die
Its purpose served
Its welcome embrace
Was unreserved
The title is taken from Shakespeare’s ‘Cymbeline’.)
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So you and I were made to meet,
Our lives and love to share;
To nurture children, watch them grow,
Their trials and troubles to bear.
And now when time has wrought its hurt
And you have left my side,
Our blessings now live on in them,
Loves purpose justified.
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Take heed
More haste
Less speed
Don’t rush
Less fuss
No crush
You’ll get
Your chance
You will
Per-chance
Soon find
That time
Will toe
The line
And give
You space
To win
Life’s race
Just take
It steady
Then you’ll
Be ready
When time
Is called
When day
Is done
No more
The sun
Will rise
And shine
No more
Will this
My tale
Be told
For all
At last
Will turn
To dust
To leave
Life’s ash
To cool
As ripples
On a
Still pool
To fade
And die
Never
To know
Just how
Or why
‘Morning Sun’ Pen and Wash … WHB – 2016 ©
As the morning warms its shoes,
As the dark gives way to dawn,
So new day begins its tale,
Yet another story born.
Every moment, every day,
Bring new memories again;
Similar but none the same,
Some of joy, others of pain.
Life is made of memories.
When each life has been and gone
Let us all remember this –
Memories are what live on.
‘Winter’ … WHB – Pen & Ink 2017
Bright the winter sun
Burns in the short day’s heaven
As each day goes by
I think of Bethlehem’s star
Wishing the year ‘Au Revoir’.
Tanka is a genre of classical Japanese poetry meaning a short poem, and one of the major genres of Japanese literature.
A Tanka consist of five units (often treated as separate lines when romanized or translated) usually with the pattern of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables per unit or line). Wikipedia.
I have again ended my Tanka with a rhyming couplet.
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Summer is not rain
Nor is rain summer
But each needs the other
Cannot be without both being
Just as winter
requires the sun to shine
and display its splendour
to reflect its ice particles
into the crystal diamonds
of exuberant life
So the rain
complements the summer sun
dampening its ardour
allowing it to refresh and renew
Both asserting
the exuberance
of a Natural heritage
wherein all
is related to all
and all is as it should be
© WHB: Previously submitted in response to the prompt’Summer Rain on ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’.
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The sea in its strength
Thrusts its breakers to the shore
Stressing my weakness
The morning sun rose
Feeding life into darkness
Renewing with hope
The hills are my strength
Confirming Nature’s promise
That tomorrow lives
[ # 86 of My Favourite Short Poems ]
Known primarily as a novelist, Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was an American writer. He published 14 novels, three short story collections, five plays, and five works of non-fiction. He is most famous for his darkly satirical, best-selling novel ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’, published in(1969.
I do like this short poem of his which I came across only recently. Apparently it was never given a title by Vonnegut and was discovered in a letter of 1961 sent by him to a friend. It has a delightfully simple and artless warmth which engenders such good feeling and optimism.
Two little good girls
Watchful and wise —
Clever little hands
And big kind eyes —
Look for signs that the world is good,
Comport themselves as good folk should.
They wonder at a father
Who is sad and funny strong,
And they wonder at a mother
Like a childhood song.
And what, and what
Do the two think of?
Of the sun
And the moon
And the earth
And love.
(No.63 of my favourite short poems)
Ted Hughes, born in Yorkshire in 1930, was Poet Laureate in the last years of the 20th Century, from 1984 until he died in 1998 at the age of 68. His tempestuous marriage to the American poet, Sylvia Plath, lasted only six years. Hughes explored this difficult relationship in his last major published work, ‘Birthday Letters’.
As much of his work demonstrates, Hughes was intensely interested in and affected by the natural world. In ‘Hawk Roosting’, one of his early published poems, he conveys the commanding presence of the hawk looking down on the world, his world, from a place of eminence. He considers himself as monarch of all he surveys, conveyed so powerfully by Hughes in this poem.
‘The Hawk’ … WHB – Pen & Wash, 2017
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
Photo: ‘On Chesil Beach’ by WHB – 2007 ©
Day dawns and life now reasserts its sway;
Sleep ends and dreams now slowly fade away,
Leaving behind the gains which I thought real.
Reality and the sun the truth reveal,
That time has shattered youth and brought old age.
Shall I depart midst over-arching rage,
Those aspirations which I held most dear,
Abandoned now as hope gives way to fear?
Now that I’m hurt, unheard and unfulfilled,
Can I refute those truths my life distilled,
And face what unmapped seas fate holds in store,
Without a faith to bear me to the shore?
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