hart song

I went hunting the hart
but the hart I did not see

except for one sweet moment
then only fleetingly

this lonely life is brief
and then to be at peace

I went hunting the hart
a hart too quick for me

jars

I think there should be jars
upon a shelf
different coloured unguents
one could reach for
each containing something
one has felt
or each containing something
one might strive for

it would not be so hard
to know oneself

if only there were jars
upon a shelf

[first posted 26 June 2013]