Monday, June 15, 2009

Manefest Stars

Manifest Stars -kyrielle sonnet

She throws herself at their feet, snow white curls
recounting the blue cerulean swirls,
adrift in reverse, next ship of the line
to manifest stars beside the moon’s shine.

Her audience emerged, the tunnel lit;
sparks of sun surf the crest to him submit
in tumultuous storms life throws the line
to manifest stars beside the moon’s shine.

Reckoned to coast in safe, taking corners
unled before they course away the hours
her shores auxiliary to God’s design
to manifest stars beside the moon’s shine.


A mystery the world has been assigned
to manifest stars beside the moon’s shine.

6/15/09

Books - kyrielle sonnet

Books

Books, books are everywhere, too many books,
but I love them. They take up every nook
and space on shelves. I sleep by authors
dead an alive here all at once. Actors

of my dreams, their poetry camps inside
the crevice of my mind, a place to hide –
out until it’s clear to collaborate
uncensored by expected rules of date.

They wake inside the darkness of my sleep
quiet not to close the doors I must keep
to let them through. I’ve seen them all late
uncensored by expected rules of date,

trying to jump through, bashing walls of books
uncensored by expected rules of date.