Time Pory Psalm

From “Alphabet Psalms”
By (Posthumously) Pi Kielty
Dated: Bastille Day (Year unknown)
Discovered: July 15, 2010
Released: July 16, 2010

Time Pory Psalm

No current flowed, as undammed Time, erodes a body, a hope, a jigsaw mind. No power knowed, parting that unbuilt unseen, wakes life aware, blesses slumbered dreams.

Constant Time—forceful fraud though versed—wills all well-wished, afore time tolled untelling too soon, rebirthed. Rebridged on altered path, time not set, reigns goodness given and goodness kept.

Time's past futured, too, fulfilled; forgave lifeful, the always promising saved with outcasts unspited, all sheening unblightful. Time's own power serves itself for all humbled to kneel, unpuzzled mind, brushened hope to god. That Falled . . . rehealed.

Yet Another Hollyhock

Hollyhock the Third
Scipio Cepiacanus
July 15, 2010

Alas, awake. Unlock, spring bound Hollyhock! Summertide swirls, layered drops, mists and sheets, in calm or windy twirls, feed fuel like passion for a triumph, flamed life blessed. Long armed greenish scepters ascend, give bulbed amends from winter's quiet, resting gem. July in bloom. Purply-pink, tissue thin, fingers extended petals ache sunward, then weight and waitful droop, the daytime smile frowns when dark aways bright from you. Yellow eyelets balled, bawling dust off string hair pollen ends, which feeds aborn new carried. Farthest they flew. Let seeds like songs, my shy muse, release the words silence wronged. Deeds boom vibrant affect when faithful and true.