Mirth

Good weekend. Hike of epic proportions, making for a good story. Kentucky win (its Cat-City Baaaabeeee!). Catching up with *not just one* but TWO old friends! And now a poem that I wrote a while back for an previously mentioned friend (a small prize for whomever can guess who it is about):

Erro

I am a waif seeking my hearth,

In the middle of this blinding blizzard.

How do I find myself, withering in a tempest

That is beyond the bulwark of my lighthouse?

Where is the beacon amongst these furies?

I seek the lyre that marshaled the Agronauts.

But without a steersman, my rowing is in vain!

Amo te, mea cara, sed non amas me.

Tibi canto hoc carminem, mihi dices tamen nihil.

As lonely as a cloud: Erro,

Bound by the judgment of unrequited love.

Yet, I must forage ahead into the depths,

Into a mirthless madness, a tearful sadness.

Thinking

Wrote this for my friend. RIP buddy.

Blessed

Dearest friend, on this lonely night,

To you, I thought that I may write.

Marvelous fun had we, many a time,

Be it capricious jests, or silly rhymes.

After countless joys, only now a tear,

Sadly I am without you I fear.

But to have known you: for that I'm blessed!

Content, that in celestial arms you shall rest.

And now this final sentiment I share:

Tibi, amice, semper pulcher.

The Reading Railroad

Completed:

- "The Enchantress of Florence" by Salman Rushdie

- "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe" by Douglas Adams

In Progress:

- "Kim" by Rudyard Kipling

- "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe" by Douglas Adams

Now another poem written about another dear friend:

Summertime

The sailboat clouds waft across the blueberry sky,

And I see the jacarandas sighing,

Giving away their children to the soft brown earth.

I stare at the heavens, watching Zephyrus

Coax the marshmallow puffs to and fro,

Sitting with my darling, sharing a lolly,

Hoping summer never ends,

Like this shaggy-dog yarn, lazing about the lawn,

Or the single cherry blossom lingering on the big old tree,

Not yet ready to let go.

Ah! Those popsicle summers, with my lollipop lover,

And the dreams of a childhood, past and gone.

A New Year

Woohoo! We beat Pitino! Another poem to start the new year. This was written a while ago for a dear friend:

A Vernal Waltz

As the morning dawns, we survey the stony path,
And we step gingerly upon the pristine ground,
Watching dew drops kiss fragile shoots.

The day is new, and we careen into the strange lands.
Furtive Apoidea flit unseen amongst our arbor neighbors,
While we frolic together in the springtime splendor.

Sweat beads on our foreheads as we weather high noon.
A reprise! The grand forest engulfs an emerald glade,
And we slip into the soothing embrace of a mountain steam.

Alas! The sun is falling, and time now belongs to the stars.
As the light bursts into brilliant orange, then soft burgundy,
We cherish a glimpse of a purple phantasm in the treetops.

Now night, the jacarandas wilt upon the velvet earth.
The path is worn, buttressing into a quiet end.
Yet, our friendship endures, a frieze upon the cornice.