by William Spell What measure of my life do I impart? What legacy is left when I depart? Some men claim glorious deeds to their name; Some say uplifting words will bring them fame. Of words and deeds I could securely boast, But 'tis not these you should remember most. Some build a fortune, accumulate … Continue reading What Measure?
Category: Poetry
Let Me Not Lament
Let me not lament The words that went unwrit, Unwhispered as between two lovers In the hushed dawn of a new day, In the pregnant cumulous of a summer's afternoon, In evening's anticipation of cresting hours That rise and fall. Here: Through the window of time You might still see me Passing by and Hear: … Continue reading Let Me Not Lament
Love Is Not Lost
By William Spell Love is not lost The way keys are lost, Leaving you unable to unlock doors Or lock the one behind you. Love is not lost The way your phone is lost Needing another to make it ring So it will reveal its hiding place. Love is not lost The way your glasses … Continue reading Love Is Not Lost
Felix Requiem
by William Spell Jr. You, curiously curled beneath the dirt I scratched, silent and still, never to flirtAround my ankles in that sidewise walk,Those figure eights beneath my skirt. What great negation sneaked from out the bright?Crouched, waited for the right, oh just the rightTime within time to begin its sly stalk,Pounced, sharp, cold as a … Continue reading Felix Requiem
Big Bang
By William Spell We are made of the same stuff, You and I. Not of common stardust as all are, As all things are, As bark, fur, the air Surrounding Earth, As the insides of things, As agate, newborn seeds, beating hearts are. If a universe is born in a big bang and Nothing can … Continue reading Big Bang
Gazing at Aphrodite
by William Spell Jr. Love and your iris inspired me to rise Above the entablature of your face, Into a realm of eternal pink skies On immortal wings of Beauty and Grace. O'er pedestals, statues, and temples Greek, Borne pure, without lust or depravity, Soared I. Soul's bareness is what I did seek; Your gaze … Continue reading Gazing at Aphrodite
Love Overflowed
by William Spell Jr. Love filled me up, and overflowed, Then spilled right out of me. From where it poured, a new love showed, And swelled, then, too, streamed free. In its devotion does prevail Divine cupidity: To dam, to shore, to steer, to sail Love's warm fluidity. No moored or anchored berth I find; … Continue reading Love Overflowed