Rondeau: Flowered Fields of Zen
©2020.02.05, Olan L. Smith
This loss a thought, so will it come again?
It's now or never; hearts are flung, and then
Who works to know a comfort self retains.
The ferryman will call for coin a soul remains,
This Clasping passage they achieved, amen!
A withered man, who walks alone with pain,
And hopes his mind remembers this his blame,
Across the river Styx, a faded clue contains
His loss of thought.
Take up your hope to flowered fields of Zen,
Retain yourself, for burning power tells again
A time when life and hope of life remains
Enclose within a water bag in chains,
Do cry Elysium! The now and when
His loss of thought.
(A.N. Elysium is the place in the afterlife for the heroic, rest, and blessedness of mind.)
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Rondeau: A Lifetime isn't Enough
PoetryThis collection of my poems, consists of Rondeaux that I have written over the years. This form is difficult, and you will see how I mature in writing the the Rondeaux as the years pass. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan
