Frozen crystals beat a cacophony Against the window pane; Shattering the silence of night with Wind and frozen rain. Uncanny in its delicate power and Beauty in its alabaster sheen, Snow quilts the earth and sleeves The branches of evergreen. Next, dawn approaches, night fades Albescent, Life quickens weary; Awakening to an earth hibernated and Made February dreary. Yet, audacious Spring attends the dial And buds the tree branches; While outside my window, a bird, in defiance Of winter prances. He beats his wings in a cadence to match My Heart and Spirit - Sings his Song With proud resonance just loud enough for Me to Hear it. by: Caryn Lynn Arnold caryn@entermail.net |
Shakespearean Winter QUIET! 'gainst mine skin brushed Air's breath, Hastening to chill. Inciting Wind's Mighty Passion to'ard yet Another Winter STILL. Welkin 'bove adds its rejoinder - Rehearsals Behind a Furtive haze. Orchestrating the CRADLESONG of God's HARMONY, Thus begins this Annual's laze. ANON1111 Earth shall slumber whilst snow, wind, ice and Rain, ARTISTS of the Hour, Compile their elements, UNLEASH their Gentle FURY And Create by DIVINE POWER A pantomime of BEAUTY, A MUTE Song of MUFFLED SILENCE, Semblance of divergent AGE. The PERFORMANCE shall beacon, INTOXICATED by its PLACID VITALITY. Mine own heart LEAPS upon the STAGE Mine own SPIRIT Merges with the VORTEX of KALEIDOSCOPIC White Snow - Gossamer FAIR. Ah!!!! ATTEMPT to Match, ATTEMPT to Share My ENCHANTMENT - EMANCIPATE, PERCEIVE, TRANSCEND My JOY . . . . . Only if you DARE! Caryn Lynn Arnold |
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LOVE Thou art unto me like the Dawn of Orb’s morn; Which persuadeth the visage Of Glories Petals reborn. Mine soul respondeth to the Inspiring of thy Muse That opes love’s bloom which Sleeve, as adornment, doth use. Successfully thou hast encaptured Elusive PASSION - - - Intent is done. Mine HEART inclines toward THINE Like a flower to’ard SUN. Caryn Lynn Arnold |
A Hand in Death Responsibility and duty form a barricade from behind which I live, confined. My heart bleeds through the prison’s walls; red and seeping it drips. My hands grope, reaching out to clutch at what is not mine - freedom, unconditional love, safety. Sensing the desperation of my spirit they claw. My mouth opens to speak of my anguish and I feel the vibration of vocal cords; but by the silence I presume the words have been in my mind, unspoken. From within the depths of a terrible blackness The hand of death reaches out to grasp mine. With a shaky reluctant obedience I fumble in response. On the cliff, at which I stand, it is the only hand I see. Repulsive it’s bony protrusion! Its helpful escape from life is the greatest offer, the only reply. There are no other hands That hear my cry. I weep. Caryn Arnold 8/02 |
BARE TREES Fearing not their undraped branches, shades of brown and gray Divested of green. They embrace the global spin changing seasons; Pivoting to stipulate night and day. Hospitable to those few and once scarlet hued leaves Tenaciously clinging to life. A home for those that seek protection, to build and nest, From Arctic wind’s heaves Undaunted, their woody fibers, knots and gnarls they bare Honored, they receive themselves; And with all creation their noble skeletons they share. Unguarded self-accepting and courageous if only I could be, Without pretension live; As bold, as Magnificent ---- Humble as this naked Winter Tree. Caryn Lynn Arnold |
Double Breasted Suit and Shiny Shoes He liked the ladies and loved to flirt. Twas just a tiny little quirk! Oh! It never cost him his dignity. Made no difference to him or me. Cos He wore ties of Subtle Hues, Double Breasted suits and shiny shoes! by: Caryn Arnold If you’re gonna flirt.....dress nice! |