My poem for 2003

[djheater]

I write approx. one a year.



On the death of a child

Flowers in the field
Scarcely bloomed
Wither

Dew on the grass
A form barely taken
Is and is not again

Frost on autumn leaves
The scent of earth
A dream

 

[Tinkerhell]

That's good

I wrote this last year:

Petals

We were born petals from the same flower
separated only by the wind
that blows us to our next life.

Through sun and storm we stay strong,
refusing to wither.

Untouchable we are,
free from sunder and rimple.

Cunning as the wind may be,
pulling us here and there,
we always reunite for we are one; born from the same soul.

Many lives we have shared
and many more we will seek out.
Whether the wind be strong or weak,
we will always find our way.