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Sketchbook 

Craig Tigerman, US
 

 

 

Pantoum

The Battle

The mind implores the heart to let it go
The heart's lament the mind cannot conceive
How wise it is, the heart will never know
With faith in love, it's easy to believe

The heart's lament the mind cannot conceive
The days die one by one and all too fast
With faith in love, it's easy to believe
The hopes and dreams that fade into the past

The days die one by one and all too fast
The mind won't sleep, resigned to leave behind
The hopes and dreams that fade into the past
The heart fights to recapture from the mind

The mind won't sleep, resigned to leave behind
The wistfulness, the longing and the tears
The heart fights to recapture from the mind
Held hostage in the slow parade of years

The wistfulness, the longing and the tears
Heart battles mind till every tale is told
Held hostage in the slow parade of years
The love stays warm though thoughts turn bitter cold

Heart battles mind till every tale is told
The mind implores the heart to let it go
The love stays warm though thoughts turn bitter cold
How wise it is, the heart will never know

 

 

 

 

Villanelle

Same Old Story

The heart, in reaching out, is often burned,
Hung out to dry, bare twisting in the breeze.
I'd say this heart of mine still hasn't learned.

Sometimes so close to that for which it yearned,
It could not see the forest for the trees;
The heart, in reaching out, is often burned.

It seeks all loving in-roads, stays concerned,
Ignores the mind's more sane and wise decrees;
I'd say this heart of mine still hasn't learned.

It's not the mutuality is spurned,
But more the situations with disease;
The heart, in reaching out, is often burned.

I've followed blind, shed tears as feelings churned,
And trod on eggshells while it sought to please;
I'd say this heart of mine still hasn't learned.

One never knows if love will be returned
Or if the pain will drop us to our knees.
The heart, in reaching out, is often burned.
I'd say this heart of mine still hasn't learned.

 

 

 

 

Triolet

From Fools To Flowers

This secret April knows but cannot tell:
Through love and sun and rain all life is one.
Though evident in garden, field and dell,
This secret April knows but cannot tell.
Shower-moistened roots slither and swell,
Greening fingers grasp at warming sun,
This secret April knows but cannot tell:
Through love and sun and rain all life is one.

 

 

 

 

Sonnet

Another Poet's Life

I am so happy here, these days!
Found out where fear holds no domain,
About how care transforms my ways,
Embracing soul, replacing pain
With rapture plain, time out of mind.
Your means have sanctified my end,
These scenes shall never fall behind
My further wanderings, no pretending
Ever steal this healing feeling,
Memories, sweet truth of peace
In tenderness twice touching, stealing
Sadness softly, heart's increase.
And I shall write, my life so blessed,
Of love these nights, no fleeting guest.

 

 

 

 

Sestina

Crossroads

I'm at a bittersweet crossroads in time,
A rose horizon, summer turning fall.
All innocence of nature thrives on love,
Yet what is ripe must too soon lose its hold;
And when likewise shall I in fading light
Make my final descent into the night?

For in the secret sweetness of the night
My heart has journeyed far 'cross space and time,
A gypsy moth attracted to sweet light,
Reached untold heights of wonder, then free-fall
Forever, as with music taken hold
By rapture's rhapsody of endless love.

But summer glories innocent in love
While many streak-red sunsets slip to night,
Till soon the ripened fullness cannot hold;
So to the unrelenting troubler, time,
The picture-perfect solstice-world must fall,
Toward humbling numb December's slanted light.

Now wistful in September's blue twi-light,
I see the coming cold the price of love;
But winter's chill can't change the splendid fall!
I'll say I've had my day when comes the night,
And turn with tear-bright eyes to Father Time,
Extend my hand, eternity to hold.

For there is nothing greater to behold
Than ever-vernal heav'n-eternal light,
A glimpse of which I'm blessed with, for a time
In this unlikely life, an angel's love
When I was blind: "You'll make it through this night;
Just look my way, I'll never let you fall."

I know the glow, and it shall show, this fall!
Through winter, and beyond, nothing shall hold
This love in chains, no forces of the night
Shall lay claim to this tender sweet delight.
This crossroads, there is only one road: love,
With angels all about us, all the time.

I see it clearly now: fall is the time
For growing love, to share and bring more light,
To hold us closely through long winter's night.

 

 

 

 

Pleiades

Netherland

New to older worlds, I
Never knew those bolder souls:
Novembers turned to long
Night-watches, shadows,
Noordzee gales blowing
Nearly frozen polders
Nature still remembers.

 

 

 

 

Fibonacci

No Fib, A Notch of Grace

vine
leaves
spiral
toward the sun
spaced sequence, nature's fun.
they dance to music of the spheres,
divine delight's pattern appears:
who said math was dull?
life is full
of clues
from
God

 

 

 

 

Dorsimbra

We The Living

(After reading Ayn Rand's book of the same title)

When Kira firm resolved to leave her land
By snowbound border-run all wrapped in white
Trains took her close to Latvia as planned
Then silently walked westward through the night

Border guard sensed
Movement down below
Shot rang out
Snow trail red

Her mortal wound did not deter her will
She staggered on, then crawled, then lay and smiled
To all that had been possible, then died
When Kira firm resolved to leave her land

 

 

 

 

Acrostic

Song and Rose: A Heart

You'll never know
Or at least I'll never tell:
Uselessly I hope you'll see
Love in my eyes. I fell
Early on, aware we're worlds
Apart, heart on my sleeve;
Various reminders
Enter noxious, deceive
Me into dismissing
Elegance so fine

Believing impossible
Returned love could be mine.
End in itself, this joy
And pain, a whispered name
Through days and dreams at night:
Heaven, hell, all the same.
Let grander words be said
Enough to make it clear:
Sweet love until I'm dead,
Sweet sorrow when you're near.

 

 

 

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