Villanelle: Dubium

Above the chilled dirt a thin voice sings,
trilling hope and greeting dawn's pale light,
and buried heads doubt what joy day brings.

A glowing nimbus crowns the hill and flings
fresh visions outward, shows a bird in flight.
Above the chilled dirt a thin voice sings.

Echoing voices reverberate like drumming wings,
vibrant praises raised fold back the gloomy night,
and buried heads doubt what joy day brings.

Confidence is shaken, for her shining things
all faded and wilted just out of sight.
Above the chilled dirt a thin voice sings.

Whence comes glory? Is it found in kings
wrapped in crimson, or silver armored might?
And buried heads doubt what joy day brings.

A promise was made, and to it she clings:
that wrong will always be conquered by right.
Above the chilled dirt a thin voice sings,
and buried heads doubt what joy day brings.

happy tidbits of the day

Drizzles and leaves of fire.

Small red lizard on sidewalk. (less than 3 inches long. really. and brick red. I moved him to the grass.)

Falcon sitting on a light-post outside Jenks.

Exam: not as difficult as I expected.

Transcript transfer.

Cash!

Catch-up with former roommate.

Game 1: 13-1, Red Sox win.

Brownies!

Good day? Yup, I think so.

Hurrah!

I just watched the Red Sox vs Indians game on TV with an apartment-mate, while "studying" Latin. And they won! I'm very excited. Of course, now I want to watch the World Series, and that means huge chunks of time. I'd better procrastinate less. But it was a grand game to watch. And it's always better with another, even more devoted (or psychotic, depending on how you look at it) fan nearby.

So. That was a great ending to a wonderful weekend. More faith-in-people restoration has occurred. And my long afternoon walk was gorgeous. The colors make me incredibly happy and smiley inside. Not to mention that adventures with people are nearly ALWAYS grand.

Contented sigh.

Capes me, Domine.

discoveries

Discovery one: I really like Vienna Teng's music. Two: I don't like writing dialogue. Three: I prefer the feel of cooling air to the feel of heating air. Four: I want it to rain!

And, just for good measure, some random poetic phrases I wrote the other day. They do not necessarily go together, nor is the order very important. They are random couplets. That is all.

drifting mellow, swimming sweet
fallen dreams surround my feet


taut and silver, twisted wires
span the ground from tall bronze spires

spilling barley from a basket
feeds a child or fills a casket

a fish, some scales, sliding sand
bread, a scepter, hollow hand

tiny camouflage hides a mountain
whispered secrets drown a fountain

blue desires eat turquoise dreams
nothing ever's what it seems

...and that is all for now. I want a brother to talk to...