"forsees" poems
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
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I saw from mile
her gummy smile
three strand of hair
planted strongly
on the shining moon's hemisphere
brittle nails
creaking loud
scratching her back
and making sound
half closed eyes
has seen the world
born slightly after the Christ
Dropping loose
her calloused skin
rusting black
like an old tin
her words fall empty never
forsees fortune
bestowed with clairvoyant power
Manisha
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
Expansed in cloudless skies
Afternoon's promised all
A starry sacred finger.
Numberless specks of light,
Organized by time and weight.
So condensed specks of dust -
Some dialed in for sight, face up
Just in time for the exhibition:
Grandeur on a scaleless slate.
This is the reason to rhyme.
You may say "not at all"
But I prefer to step and fall
Into the black as though it were
so close to me - to reach and stir
with a hand the nebula's wisp
made of things both soft and crisp
hot and cold, as season's due
year in and out- Still - and true
Ceasing not but to amaze
So flicker the Pinpoints - spots of haze
Never changing - still they move
Moving change - hangs still above.
Only when I turn down my eye
Blades of grass that live and die
speak this ancient tale to me
of dartling lights and infinite sea.
Yet everywhere I look about and see that everywhere's about
I find myself lost in oceans of one,
A frozen sea that feels like the sun.
Ship to ship I wish to link
But having cast off my way to blink
I sink (into a hue)
I think (as if I have a clue)
I sink (then, into blue)
Out of my heady-ness there comes yawn,
The same readiness that forsees a dawn,
Witnessing miracles can't go on
So in I meander from the lawn.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
He thinks she's precious
but it's the other way around.
He sees stars in her eyes;
she reaches universe
with his touch.
And while he forsees
his future with her,
she was busy
nurturing
their safest haven.
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC