Saiom Shriver

The ice does not in pain scream
when in the sun he melts into stream
nor does he in pain read more

The ice does not in pain scream
when in the sun he melts into stream
nor does he in pain scream
when he higher climbs into spiraling steam.

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

From the shore.. one looks
upward to the sanddune grass..
10,000
green brushes attempting
where they laid
to paint read more

From the shore.. one looks
upward to the sanddune grass..
10,000
green brushes attempting
where they laid
to paint the blue sky
jade.

A little birdie flew overhead a traffic light of green and red.
From her diagonal point of view she saw read more

A little birdie flew overhead a traffic light of green and red.
From her diagonal point of view she saw both crimson and lime hue. Obey traffic rules? Birdies need not. Masters listen only
to the inner voice of God.

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.