LOST IN THE INTERNET
I do not know where my poem went
perhaps to your other address it was sent
mayhaps lost in electronic never land,
surely it's not at the beach on the sand.
perhaps a wave carried it to far off strands
could it be wending towards you via strange lands?
Ah, sweet mystery of the internet.
Submit to Validate?
I sit here in the dark of my home,
A Quiet Place
Each man needs a qiet place,
Wherein to meet God face to face,
A very private interlude,
In which no other may intrude.
There are things one cannot share
With another anywhere,
Feelings that the heart has known,
Only meant for God alone.
Heartache often leaves a scar,
Being human as we are,
But in crowds one cannot find
That illusive peace-of-mind.
There's a bit of hermit in
The most eloquent of men,
Who must leave the beaten track,
To get their lost perspective back.
And though it is very true,
"No man is an island," you
Must stop awhile and walk apart
To hear the music of your heart.
Cast off the old distractions, find
God's love beyond the dawn of time,
And entering a quiet place,
...Speak to your Maker, face to face.
Ode to Quintessa
For a moment in time,
The following sonnet was sent to me from a friend in Italy.
It is one she memorized in school many, many years ago.
ALLA SERA (Italian Sonnet) by Ugo Foscolo, Italina Poet, (1778-1827)
Forse perché della fatal quiete
tu sei l’immago a me sì cara vieni
o sera! E quando ti corteggian liete
le nubi estive e i zeffiri sereni,
e quando dal nevoso aere inquiete
tenebre e lunghe all’universo meni
sempre scendi invocata, e le secrete
vie del mio cor soavemente tieni.
Vagar mi fai co’ miei pensier su l’orme
che vanno al nulla eterno; e intanto fugge
questo reo tempo e van con lui le torme
delle cure onde meco egli si strugge;
e mentre io guardo la tua pace, dorme
quello spirto guerrier ch’entro mi rugge.
TO THE NIGHT
Perhaps because you are the image of the fatal quiet,
I cherish when you come to me o night!
Whether summer clouds and warm winds hold you in
soft embrace, or you send restless and long shadows
from frost-filled air to the universe,
you always fall, desired by me, and the secret pathways of
my heart you gently hold.
You make me wander with my thoughts on paths
that lead to the eternal void, and all the while,
this evil time fleets by, and with it masses
of care depart, and it dissipates along with me
and while I contemplate your peace,
the warrior spirit that roars within me sleeps.