Spring in the City

 

I saw a crocus blooming in the park,

I felt a hint of magic in the air,

I heard faint music sighing everywhere,

And so, as all the world, grew softly dark—

I found again the hope that never dies,

And hungrily, without-flung arms,

I came once more to you.

And when you spoke my name

I read springtime eternal in your eyes!

 

-from Crossroads by Margaret Sangster

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The River and the Tree

 

“You are white and tall and swaying,” sang the river to the tree,

“And your leaves are touched with silver—but you never smile on me;

For your branches murmur love songs to the sun- kissed turquoise sky,

And you seem so far above me that I always hurry by!”

“You are laughing in your shallows, you are somber in your deeps,

And below your shining surface there’s a heart that never sleeps;

But all day you pass me, dancing, and at evening time you dream,

And I didn’t think you liked me,” sang the birch- tree to the stream.

So they got a bit acquainted on a glowing summer day,

And they found they liked each other (which is often times the way);

And the river got so friendly, and it ran so very slow,

That the birch-tree shone reflected in the water down below!

 

-from Crossroads by Margaret Sangster

“…Your face when you came back from that time told me everything; there is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do. I’m not really telling you to jump off tall buildings, or swim with whales or anything (although I would secretly love to think you were), but to live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirrelled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me. So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. You changed my life so much more than this money will ever change yours. Don’t think of me too often. I don’t want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live.

Love,
Will”

-Me Before You, J. Moyes

Forward

 
Each step she takes,
each leap,
she becomes the archetype
of taken for granted
 
Left with no choice
she always has to
do the first move;
as if piece by piece
she was made to fill
the frontline of
the battleground
 
She is always willing
to give space, to give way;
willing to void the spots
she once filled –
because she knew
no one has ever been
afraid of losing her
 
Every piece of her
has never been averse
of supporting,
covering;
every portion of her has
never been cowed to die
so to let others live
 
Still, the pathways she paved,
the courage she devoted –
all seemed so insignificant
in everybody’s eyes,
no one cares
she’s just too small,
too weak to be valued
 
But whatever she is
to anybody else’s sight,
she steps forward,
she leaps forward,
she goes no other direction
but forward –
 
That’s because she knows
forward will always lead
to being something, someone;
she knows that the queen
was once
just a pawn
who kept on
moving
forward

-v
 
 
 
 
 
 

Island

A cento

As we chased each other
where are the footprints
that lead to the place
we’re standing?
running in mind –
our childhood
thousand nameless
memories

Among the leaves right there
the nature of our love
itself flowering of such
tender emotions
friends
best friends
lovers

But within the years
the horizon is no longer
a vast gradation of florid
while sorrow wounded itself
around the tree trunk
you left
nothing

I don’t cry
won’t
that was a little while ago
the ribbons in our hands
turned white
it’s a different beauty
I don’t like to think
about the past

 

-v