BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
Do you have one I could borrow.
I could bring it back tomorrow.
I'd only need it for a day.
It seems that mine has gone away..
So I would be most grateful.
If just for a little while.
You could see your way to lending me.
Just for today your smile.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK.2016.
In my oppion you all deserve a light everyday for your poetry.
They can be beautiful while revealing your hurts and suffering.
Or be beautifully written by you and the Christ together here.
Just as Brandon, Alyssa, Catherine, Gary,FJ Davis, Leeann. Mark.and Paul.
Plus so many other great authors of these beautiful poems.
Or write dark but beautiful poems as I said before my friends.
Just as Elsa, dark and beautiful, Wolf among others thank you.
Or just write beautiful poems with no intended purpose.
Just as Rye,VOD, Dash Switchblade,John Steven, and Pax.
I appreciate you all, for all of your inspiration and encouragement.
far out to sea
deep in wild woods
in the crisp dawn on the high desert
there are still places it can be heard
but it takes a heart to hear
it takes a labor of love
countless miles hand to the tiller
to find that brief moment
on the crest of a twenty foot breaking wave
as a nor'easter wilds the sea
when you glimpse it
in the stillness between heaven and earth
under the bewitching stars
in the anvil of desolation's wasteland
of high desert
on the cusp of the suns imminent rise
you can see it in the broiling fire
as the edge of the world itself burns