Liberty’s wields her sword
in most imperceptible ways,
Category Archives: Metrical Verse
Dance in the Fire – A Villanelle
Do not let your spirit be leveled flat,
your laughter should rise with the coming sun,
laugh, cry, and dance in the embers of life.
To Be Human
To destroy is to be human,
we’d sell the sun to buy a candle;
Supine and Standing Dreams
In thumping thuds of far off drowsy drums
I hear the restless distant call of questions,
beckoning me closer to feel their boom
and beat within my body louder the taunt
Visions of Dust and Dirt
It’s things grown old that hurt my bones,
a spread of green can easily fold
to visions of dust and dirt, and worse.
Should I Compare You To a Winters Morn – Sonnet 18 Shakespeare Mirror
Should I compare you to a winters morn?
You are more bitter and more discontent