New Poems

Poems I have written for two students.

 

Sonnet for my eyes owest

for Ferdinand Tan

 

O thou fairest, mine beauty sleeps and thine      

Survives ruthless and speechless reconcile,      

Mortal blame must encourage rain recline,                      

Suffers the marquee and justless exile.               

Trifles shower the grayish poet’s dream              

A sad music that souls join and partake,             

Human sorrow hallow’ed deeps and screams,  

Those youthful summers and with winters break.  

Melancholy crawls and weaknesses show             

Hurts be littlest and growest shame and hate,        

Your eyes and lips reveal a furtive glow--               

I, the sun, and you, the moon, smile as great.        

Twinkles may glisten, wither and kirtle,

Slivers and shivers my heart may whittle.

 

Eyes

for Betina Libre

 

My eyes are not always bright—

They **change each time.

The opens are not too wide or narrow as

what is narrowest.

Its depth depends on the darkness

and light—

shows little glow,

and receives a glint of life.

**

1.	to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone

2.

2. to transform or convert (usually fol. by into)