Poetry

A Solstice Poem

I like to post poems on the Solstice, but, searching this morning, I couldn’t find one that fit my mood. Here’s the one I wrote instead:

Stay, Sun, on thy appointed rounds
Eight minutes are not enough today
Linger just a moment more
Among the frozen trees
Let time and nature pause
Restoring light and heat.
Tonight, we bank our fires low
Hoping to last until the morn
Listing in the shadow of the Earth
The darkness cloaks our dreams
Murmuring, “Not dawn, yet!”

Vocabulary

In class we wrote a bunch of sentences using our vocabulary. I just noticed that I like the structure of it as a poem. Here you go:

Your job will be obsolete next year.
This obsolete company was very famous.
Many services are becoming obsolete.
Newer media are rendering the book obsolete.
The feature phone become obsolete in 2004
Fax has already become obsolete.

The company’s manager will be outsourced next month.
Why not outsource the design of your personal website?
Perhaps our boss is going to outsource our job.
This part was outsourced from abroad.
I resigned from the company because it outsourced my job.
I don’t like this job because it was outsourced to Kentucky.
Some companies outsource the assembling of their products.

He is an attractive prospect
The prospect is cheerful.
What are your prospects for the future?
They went there to prospect for gold.
My project offers no prospects.
I have seen the bright prospect for my child.
My job is about the market prospects to know what people think and how to teach (convince, persuade) them to buy goods.
You can see the beautiful prospect when you climb the top of the mountain.

My friend is a security guard.
It is your duty to supervise the security affairs.
That fact threatens national security.
He works at a security company.
I’m looking for job security .
Yesterday, I called the security department.
That problem is a security matter.

The strategy of my company is to advertise widely.
You should develop strategies in order to go to the next level.
every student has different strategy in writing.
I learned a good strategy to save money.
We have to formulate a strategy for a sustainable environment.

I work at a sustainable company.
We need to opt for sustainable development.
Sustainable development is the common target of human beings.
The government should do more to promote sustainable agriculture.
My father has a company that produces sustainable growth.
My friend works in sustainably managing fishing rights.

A Poem for the New Year

Vertumnus (ca. 1590) by Giuseppe Arcimboldo

Circe’s Reign

Mr. Tumnus smiles at Circe’s silver kiss,
But cannot hide his vertigenesis.
Transformed anew, he once made maidens weep.
His cloven wand now slumbers in the keep.
The dying light does well to keep us hid.
Our fathers’ fight must vanquish what we bid.
Come! Let the lenten horn blow out the year.
Braid vintage leaves into a crown to wear.
From green to orange to brown to white,
We observe the passing of fancy’s flight.
Dear Lucipere brings love and hate in equal measure.
Three parts joy, three fear to satiate our treasure.
As the world’s year comes gradually to close,
I bid you what the White Witch never knows.
Always Winter, never Christmas is a solitary game,
But in reverse you will find the same.
The circle’s madness can transform us all,
And to each climber, there comes a Fall.
I wish for you a sweet harvest rain,
You will see me soon, when the Spring comes again.

Written today, September 24th by me

I spent the morning talking about Autumn, and the changing of the seasons. Then, one of my students decided to read The Chronicles of Narnia for his book reports, and I spent some time waxing nostalgic about what was, at one period of my life, my favorite series of books. So, at lunch, while I was waiting for my running partner to get ready, this poem sprung almost full-formed out of my head. I haven’t written a full poem in several years, but I’m (mostly) happy with this one. There are a few sticky lines, but its at the point where, if I change it any more, the whole thing may fall apart. Best to leave it alone and come back after some time has passed.

A fragment:

I have always tread the borderlands;
swum the sea close to the shore,
too shallow for sharks,
but their thoughts lay by.
Somehow, the sun shines brightest
in the sandy strip between this land
and the next.
I read best by twilight’s dusk;

February 5th

Thick cotton blanket
pulled away but more falls.
Citta vrtti.

Jan 26

Pine tree silhouette
shines in wintery white dawn;
cold light warms the sky.

November 25th

one inch of white snow
summer’s last grass sticking through
like Sunday’s stubble

November 19th

The weather report
is more important to me
than it used to be

November 13th

Hummingbird feeder
glass jar, red plastic flower
sweet frozen water

November 12th

One thin cotton sheet
Ices over my morning
Warmed by daughters’ glee