My Attempts At Sijos: Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

1)
On not seeing him again, I find a known, sweet melancholy,
Many times, near and far, I’ve heard the sighs of those who saw.
If I keep this old hope at bay long enough, will I cease wanting?


2)
On never seeing him except, as sparks of gold caught by a trickster,
As quick-silver moves, held in a much loved moment of time,
I keep fast to this coast of despair and love, and I’m restored again.


3)
But fanciful as I am, the whisper comes from far within,
Time and place themselves are tricksters, as you well know, my heart
And so, some place, some time, near or far may see my fantasy live.


(written in 2000)