Love's Token

"A token, to remember me by,"
she called to her lover as he rode past;
"A token, so that you will know why
my heart is yours at long last."

"This rose has bloomed for us alone,"
and she paused to wipe away a tear;
"Its blush tells how our love has grown
from tiny bud to love's blossom here."

"When you return home safely to me,"
and she threw the rose down to her love;
"My heart will blossom wild and free,
for you are all I have ever dreamed of."

Lora Frikken ~ 9-16-03

Written for the painting: Favour
by Edmund Blair-Leighton

 

 

In The Still Of Delight

Flowers shift and sway
as he watches her walk away
The dust swirls round her feet
in the late afternoon heat

Time seems to stand still
as he watches her from the hill
The dust settles on his coat
as words stick in his throat

Daylight is beginning to dim
as she still walks away from him
The flowers on her dress fade
as she passes into the shade

In the stillness of her leaving
he has found himself grieving
His heart fills with desire
as he remembers her fire

Flowers sway as he runs past
needing to tell her at last
The dust follows in his wake
as his heart begins to ache

He finds her and holds her near
kissing away every tear
And in the still of delight
their love passes into the night

Lora Frikken ~ 9-20-03

Youth Of The Nation

Damnation
Procrastination
Patience falls by the wayside
The future is a shame
The past is to blame
Someone has to pay for the ride

Exploitation
Examination
Common sense still eludes us
We gave our best
We earned Our rest
Time to move out of the back of the bus

Integration
Imagination
We need a new interpretation
Time to share
Time to care
Today is for the Youth of the Nation

Lora Frikken ~ 9-10-03

Boxes, Numbers, and Clocks

Who puts the numbers on our clocks,
then packs those clocks away in a box?
Do they ever feel like changing numbers around,
altering the way the hourly chimes might sound?
Would time pass more slowly, or stand still,
if there were no Noon or Midnight hour to fill?
Would Baby New Year and Grandfather Time
end up waiting in a long unemployment line?
Would the cuckoo in the clock lose his way
if he couldn't tell what time to go home each day?
Would the tides roll away, never to return;
would the moon fade away, and the sun fail to burn?
The way I see it, we might prevent these tragedies;
save time and tide and planets, the flowers and the trees:
We can stop these disasters from ever coming to pass,
by exchanging the clocks in those boxes, with a simple hourglass!

Lora Frikken ~ 9-13-03

The Fallow Heart

Like Fallow Fields of Summer,
I have just been plowed!
Some Shallow Sexy Soul
got away with all that I allowed.

Now I Follow in His Wake,
crushing any crumbs he might toss;
Feeling Hollow, yet Quite Fertile,
while unrepentant of my loss.

My Heart has Been Explored,
and though I was left to die;
No Upstart will get My Best;
no one will ever see me cry.

With Support I Will Recover,
for I enjoyed being stimulated!
I’ll Cavort again Another Day,
now that I’ve been cultivated!

Lora Frikken ~ 9-7-03