The heaven hurled the sun —
Eternity for me —
And steady Chariot merged from hell —
Then threw the dust in sea —
For justice was to die —
The Orchards all had known —
Executor reposed the blade
That feebled to the bone —
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
To constitute a letter —
It takes a — century —
But just an hour to recognize
The — Insufficiency —
As far as — Night grows weak —
The voyagers could sail —
And indicate the Wasted stars —
And then — expect to fail —
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
(2017)
I had a daily thing to do,
Which hardest to recall,
To consummate the spider
It took a year to fall.
Her webs had hurled the ceiling,
Another one, she caught!
And gave it for the children
When sustenance has brought.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
(2017)
If I could take the failure,
What sweetest joy I 'll have!
I 'll, then, send a thousand deer,
At least! To tell my kind.
Antlers brought their messages;
They brewed a lot of them,
That Mother Nature asked me why.
"To live!" so I exclaimed.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
(2017)
I rather hide in bonnet
Before the strange cocoon
That was subsided
Down the brooch,
To where the diamond.
So many of the visitors
Arriving by the door;
Ten of them were riches,
But all of them were poor.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
(2017)
O' marshes!
Swallow up the gale
Which farthest I could hear,
Ne'er I belong such privilege
By myrtle over there.
Recollecting where the pod
To whom I left behind,
The continent,
The humble swamps,
Surpassing us again.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
(2017)
Silently, I leaped beyond
And just the dull raccoon,
Who stole the kernel as it played
In garden, yet was gone.
'T was the latter sunlight,
'T was the man today,
That when the bashful voice came in
The creature escaped away.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
(2017)
Sitting on an apple tree,
I glimpsed unto the bees,
'Twas scantier the yesterday
Upon the silent deeds.
Today, on afternoon break,
Behind an ample hill,
I met this young with wagon
Who gathered crumbs for me.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
(2017)
Bee is such hardworking
To comply the clover,
Reluctant to do in present;
Behold another flower!
Seemering on summer's call
And all the leaves today,
Honey is replenished
Through Gardener's supply.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
(2017)
A hill presumed a to be man
As splendor as the King,
And he divided all his states,
With no authority;
Refused as he attempted,
His measured not enough;
His ears had mocked the syllables
Of those permitted foes;
And still he grew amorously,
The birds all woke the fields;
There was a parting dawn on him,
And worshipers beside.
E.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC