Tag Archives: life

A Single Blink: triolet

A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

These Three Things: triad

On these three things the world depends: life purpose, effort and one’s friends. The first provides velocity: forward motion, destiny. The second supplements one’s sails when wind and tide desist or fail. The third reminds us to respect those in … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Plain Speaking: toddaid

“You must speak more plainly, sir,” he said, “Most men ignore the complicated. Their jaded minds and souls seek simple things: weak drinks, brutal sports, the understated.” “How much more sad that seems,” I made reply, “to have no dreams … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Simple Rule: tercet

There is for life a very simple rule: stand up when you must stand, and then lay down; the grave awaits the king, wise man, and fool. 06 JUN 2017 Share This:

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Let’s Toast: stave

It makes no sense to soldier on; the dusk looks so much like the dawn that even should the sun eclipse there is no cause to do backflips or celebrate the coming day. But come, let’s toast life, anyway! Each … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Eclipse: Shakespearean (English) sonnet

There is no time to lose, soothsayers tell us; Make hay! The sun will shine just for a while, and once it’s gone, the world will turn to rust, deprived of motive power, warmth, and style. All things depend on … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Causes Worth Fighting: Petrarchan sonnet

We each must choose the causes worth our fighting from a great myriad of pointless quests designed to breed confusion in our breasts and keep the fuse inside us from igniting. The frivolous is made to seem exciting; it titillates … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment