A Way to Conquer

Today in the park I saw many flowers
Of many cheerful colours,
The dandelion being the brightest.
And summer snow was in the air
Floating around me, the tiny parachutes.
I picked one flower, took it up and
Blew at the little sphere.
And off they went, the travellers.
Some sticking together,
Sinking to the ground in a cluster.
Some tumbling, some rising, some lost in the grass.
Some stuck in the hedge, some landed in a tree.
The last two I saw flying upwards,
Slowly but constantly climbing,
Over the hedge and over the trees I saw them
Separate but side by side,
Then only a dot in the distance
Floating towards the sun,
And finally dissolving in the light.

© jsmorgane (May 2011)

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Of Killing Love

Love is a god, a boy,
A youth, a woman
Fair and dark, clad in stars,
They harken for your call.
Can you deny them? No.
Can you bind them? No.
No rules they know, the gods.
They laugh good-naturedly
At our follies.

To swear on love,
To sign for love,
To work, to plan
To cry for love.
To walk, to run,
To hide from love.

No code they made
To help us.
No words they gave
Defining love.
And changeable it is,
A momentary thing
It is to know love.

One thing there was the gods
Found right and so decreed it:
The surest way of losing love
Is to set rules to love.

© jsmorgane (Feb 2011)

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