Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

THERE ARE SMALL SOUNDS ( 2006 ) 2013/04/27

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There are small sounds that fill my mind with thoughts that soar

While minute, so bold they challenge any ocean’s roar.

They’re sounds that only love can heal or kindness teach

When strength’s beyond the deepest place one heart can reach.

These sounds of silence fall too soft on hollow ears

But speak more plainly than the eloquence of tears.

That last sound , the labored breathing of one adored,

The closing sigh which signifies he’ll come no more,

These are the sounds that will confuse a lifetime much

And leave an empty void that only time can touch.

 

Petals falling from a rose to the garden bed,

Tight laughter that issues forth when goodbye is said,

That stirring of the pulse with heartbeat quickening

Unbidden, heralding each pains awakening

Or hushed darkness of the night now moving slowly

While the rush of the wind in mid-flight moans lowly,

Some weeping sounds which from the tearful heart are wrung

As sounds of chanted mass are in a choir sung.

These have lingered in the air with hope awaiting

Within our lives , some restful aim contemplating.

 

Hence hearken to those sounds declaring time’s ending

With all the consequence of old thoughts attending.

Acknowledge, in the distance, one trumpet crying

Both man and beast in manner like are soon dying.

Then understand the difference that love has made

And in that final moment, hear an accolade.

 

RAINFALL ( 1963 )

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There are no words to help explain

My God, how I do love the rain.

These feelings that surge deep within

Which from the depths inside begin

Are tonic to my ailing verve

And power grant these gods I serve.

The thought occurs often tragic

That life slips by without magic.

Grubbing bird,  hungry chick rejoice

While mist and I till dawn converse.

I could not live in climate dry

With nought to hide the fears I spy,

Impatient thoughts laced with chagrin

That weigh the scope of origin.

 

This rain that falls in rhythmic beat

Upon each valley, hill and street

And every other breathing thing

Elate that sweet refreshment bring.

Gone the fit of winter rigor

Greet the sudden rainfall’s vigor

Pause while earth accepts the blessing

Needing drink with grace caressing.

To each and every dying thought

Since man to life has hoping brought,

Neglected aims, now wilted grown

Feel with the rain, excitement known

Shall store away resentment’s girth

Believe that time may force rebirth

 

MARTYRED MARCH ( 1977 )

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Oh little star that shines alone

On lonesome dark and friendless night,

Oh sprightly sprig that blossoms forth

With nary other buds in sight,

Oh tiny bird that chirps a song

When all his friends are fast in flight,

Oh warming wind with gentle breath

That sings an air with dawn’s delight,

Have you ever looked beyond night

Into the early morning’s glow?

Have you ever smelled the incense

On the hill where staunch violets grow?

Have you ever heard ceaseless sound

Where gushing streams trickle and flow?

Have you ever felt springtime’s rain

Driven with an incessant blow?

This is the heritage of March

Impudent harbinger of spring

That sallies forth in manner rude

Yet bearing April on the wing

And so bold and harsh seducer

Ever brusquely keep refraining

Release that cold and chilly grip

Thus end winter’s will sustaning.

 

CONTEMPLATION ( 2003 )

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In all the obligation that one’s duty brings

Exists some meager wish that sighs and hopes and clings,

There weigh the loss which from the smallest niche inside

Abides with desperation soundly hid by pride.

Still dwells the waning hope that chance yet rages bold

Though wintered in the ort that’s left of growing old.

In manner chaste I find my quiet hours are sown

Within the palest veil of all I’ve ever known

Where image of the past that with distress was wrought

Some untamed soul within the net lies careless caught.

 

Since unshed tears oft lurk behind the tracing of a smile

Self-contemplation ought display the hushed façade of guile

While quiv’ring hand and timid step by age and time impaired

Mask vestiges of dignity God graciously has spared.

 

WINTER LEGACY ( 1977 )

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The chill of winter stealthy, stealing quick away,

Escaping silently in seeming speed dismay,

The frost dripping from the bough, weeping to the ground

Continues on with steady unrelenting sound,

Those winter tears fast filling every hustling stream

And rapid moving, hasten on with each sunbeam,

Poor naked tree who wearing not a patch of green

Prepares to face her mentor, spring, with garb obscene,

The night fog hangs like halos woven through the limbs

The sight of which, the heart to overflowing brims,

The crumbling walks and walls, the bitter freeze has fought,

Like brittle cardboard castles in a tempest caught,

And tumbling, rising, broken, crouch in disarray

While fallen branches, victim of another day,

Await the woodman’s axe and to woodpile retire

Until next year, once more to feed the warming fire.

Bold winter ushered in with such a lusty roar,

Now slithers past in fashion, circumstance deplore,

Such manner doth bear false witness to his power,

That legacy granting spring its proper dower,

Each year this pattern vital, steadfast, must repeat,

For life to winnow and the season’s term complete.

 

 
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