My Villanelle and Three Sonnets

               MY VILLANELLE

I want to learn to live before I die
To glimpse the light that makes my vision clear
To see the truth that lies within the lie.

I freely put the questions ‘how?’ and ‘why?’
And seek the face unknown in darkest fear.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The days and years stream swiftly swiftly by
In shimmering illusions cherished dear
Despite the truth that lies within the lie.

I found my hand in yours, so you and I
Gave each our vows, impassioned, young, sincere.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The teachers teach, the prophets prophesy
But miss the mystic rhythms of the sphere
Nor see the truth that lies within the lie;

Pure-hearted self; I sense a higher cry
To never leave the far yet love the near.
I want to learn to live before I die
To see the truth that lies within the lie.

 

 

               1 – SONNET ON VISION

 

What inward sight illuminates our way –

Whose lucid eye can all the ages span –

To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway

Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?

The luminary moon, when night is done,

Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.

The lotus always turns to face the sun

And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?

The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn

Their intuitions – blind who lead the blind –

The common mortals – blind when they were born –

With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.

We look – we stare – we gaze and gaze – but we,

With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

 

Harley White   October 6, 1999

 

 

               2 – SONNET ON TIME

 

Is time a spiral stairway that we climb

Whose unendingness we seek to borrow

To the last wrought syllable of our rhyme

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow –

The fusion of the future with the past

In dizzying dimensions ever new

Which hurl us headlong in a void so vast

That what we view as false appears as true?

We must peer through bars forever blocking

Upon the threshold of our promised land –

At the gates of eternity knocking –

Outside we stand – albeit hand in hand.

Through the rush of time we’re ceaselessly swirled.

How heartless is the transience of this world!

 

Harley White   October 7, 1999

 

 

       3 – SONNET ON MIND

 

When reflecting on the nature of mind

Of what wit or wisdom do we dare speak?

For the wind in the sky is all we find,

In a round and round game of hide and seek.

It’s mind over matter, sages surmise;

With power of mind as their driving force

Deductive logicians philosophize

From ‘We think, therefore we are…’ as the source.

We muse; we spin, in dreaming delusion,

Our webs of thought, until nought we behold,

And heady with sense, fall in confusion.

Or is yet the end of the story told?

As our labyrinth journey turns and twists,

We lose our way in miasmas and mists.

 

Harley White   October 8, 1999

 

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Poem can be seen here…

http://harleywhite.awardspace.com/

 

Poems etc. link…

http://ki.wangensteen.en.eresmas.net/Harley/Poems_by_Harley.htm

 

And here at Episteme 

http://episteme.net.in/index.php?option=com_phocadownload&view=category&id=15%3Apoems&Itemid=611

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