2 poems by Joseph James Cawein

Laughing

 

The laughing is the laughing is the echoing caverns,

The wind brushing through, rushing over the unseen,

Smiling over well-lit rock, stirring some debris.

Smiles do not breed smiles,

Smiles do not smile,

Smiles not themselves corrupt, stirring some debris,

Why do smiles stir something that smiles should not be?

 

Ho-he, ho-ha, delight is me,

My head on shining rock,

Lips pursed, and when the wind should come,

When the wind should come through this sightly cavern,

Sounding like a love song, I will hear its beauty and kiss this shining rock.

 

This cavern is a warm medium,

Not east, nor west, nor where the beauty sings.

Not where the death retreats, but just a comely veil away.

 

It was a castle in the gloom of eastern sky

It was a castle in the gloom of eastern sky

 

 

Sylvie

 

Something in the twilight undresses the night,

Parts gently her lips and kisses such sweet sorrow,

Rolls over the hills and whispers parting words

Where golden rays thaw seraphim wings,

Sprinkling ivory chimes o’er cascading morn.

The thrush sings a lullaby,

In refulgent purple dawn,

And sweetness cradles the ubiquitous juxtaposing,

Of coup de foudre, adieu.

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