for poetry

my pail for poetry is empty

and the well is also deep; a rope

the rhyme and rhythm, for verse

too from my mind is missing!

for you, the well-spring of beauty

my thirst is curled deep inside

my heart, persevering within my soul

for an apt moment, relentlessly hissing!

let me then creep into your sentry

that lets into being change and new seasons

for fresh life, fruit gathering, and scattering

of colours, that fall for sleeping with freezing!

© henry victor         17.10.2015  

sun-light

 

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

ground filled with snow

and sure, soon it will go

tree empty of leaf

and sure, soon it will grow

pessimistic thoughts and cynical concerns

creeping into mind

like the uninvited noisy sparrows

they, sure, will fly away

my blindness

my inability

to see the snow melting

cause of my weariness

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

© henry victor     04.02.2003