into the strenuous briefness
by e. e. cummings
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim, sayingly;
(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and, ashes)
Solongs and, Ashes
by Carmen H Gray
In between the blush of life
Lie the ties we make
The tangled fibers of love
And imprints that leave our hearts
Permanently rearranged
In between the blush of life
Lie the ties we break
The endless procession of leave-takings
And wistful good-byes that leave our hearts
Empty again
An open space
For more laughter and song
For more solongs and, ashes
Monarca Rising 