Prompted Poem, Green Leaves

Blue shaded hills with green leaves of clovers,
Occurrences scarce with natural form.
The heavens play the role of the sower;
Blue shaded hills with green leaves of clovers.
Nature orders they grow a bit lower
With flexible stems to outlast the storms.
Blue shaded hills with green leaves of clovers,
Occurrences scarce with natural form.

by Garret Woo

1/21/2019

A triolet in response to a prompt by Cubby

The Leader

Six thousand eyes upon you there,
Standing on the platform square.
Fractured light by marble columns
Moves solemnly across the stairs.
It warms the mantle above the commons,
Below whose vaults you do prepare.
The noise makes room for silence,
Which quickly do you seize.
The crowds are finally quiet;
The time has come to lead:

“Let those of you who know me
Validate my deeds.
To those whose eyes I stand before:
Open them and see.”

Into the day are your words carried
To captive ears by silver tongue.
The verdant palm branch has been readied,
And the Eagle’s banner hung.

by Garret Woo

1/5/2019

Prompted Poem, If I Had…

If I had the power of creation,
Strength borrowed from
godly err,
I’d bring the light into the darkness
And through its lens compare
Either giving mankind to harshness
Or leaving my choices bare.

by Garret Woo

1/15/2019

In response to a prompt by Cubby

Smile

The courage to speak I sought to find
As your words danced throughout my mind.
On the corner, standing there,
We met suddenly in the thoroughfare.
With you, the march of time grew still
Like sunset upon the window sill.
Held breathless by your magic smile,
I stood there speechless for a while.
Then time took you away from me;
Again your smile I’d never see.
Your memory is all I need
If only it be bittersweet.

by Garret Woo

1/4/2019

Youth

Less tightly held in youth does life concede
To the clock, its worth, inevitably.
The value of life begins unfounded
But soon, with age, its cost is counted.
As grapes upon the vine be ripened,
Their tender force, in time, is siphoned.
Now held precious by cautious grip,
Memories, as the mind does slip.

by Garret Woo

1/5/2019

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