Monday, 6 January 2014

My Ever-Focussing Square (Can't Remember What it's Actually Called) Project


My Unity Sonnet

The blue mountain crests, and figures abreast
Overlook the elongated buildings below,
'tis a place where one could not feel oppressed
by the contempt of those who prejudice, sow.

For just as the glow of the midnight sun
shines its message of everlasting light,
affinity and acceptance shall melt into one
as eternal and clear as black and white.  

Yet differences still divide us all
our world is not one of bountiful peace,
solutions seem written in an alien scrawl
known only to that harmonious place.

So find solace, my friends, in images as this,
united, undivided, in infinite bliss.


The great orange beast gazed up once more at the sun. His fur bristled, as always. He had always felt so alone on these blue mountains, always feeling the sting of rejection as his flaming paws burnt the ground beneath his feet. The locals stared at him with awe, not fear, yet it made him feel alienated all the same. The beast continued his admiration of the brining orb between the clouds. His retinas did not singe, nor did his eyelids instinctively close to block out the piercing light. The beast mouthed a single word, "home", before continuing his solitary trek across the azure-tinged landscape.


A Patchwork Sun Poem (aka Sun Poem's Greatest Hits!)

A timid creeping up of gray in east--
A loss of stars on the horizon's verge--
A stooping of the eager clouds, and lo,
Majestic, lordly, blinding bright, the sun
Spans the horizon with its rim of fire!
Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!  
Flooding with sheeny light the grey beach sand,
Like gold in a crucible melting away,
Whose ingots of treasure dissolve into flood,
As yellow as amber, or crimson as blood!
Effulgent and splendid the scene now appears,
Ye sunset clouds like flakes of gold,
That float in yonder western sky,
And burning there a splendor hold,
Almost too pure for mortal eye!
The earth in her ecstasy bursts into tears,
'Twas sunlight sheathed and gently charmed,
Of all its sparkling rays disarmed,
The lazy, floating cloudlets,
In their journey paused awhile,
To bathe them in the glory
Of the sunset's parting smile.