Biography of welkin siskin
Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes.
Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vison.
He believes that a poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.
welkin siskin Poems
Be the deep of sorrows your delight Forever to dwell with smiles; However dark the evening is, Be your life the light
The Home Unseen
Where is a quantum spot with no embrowning Lain around the cosmos periphery seen; Where is the world that's shunning Those flaws remained precarious and muddling as din?
Love Is Music
Love maybe felt sour That it might cause bitterness It's nevertheless a spring -garden flower With sweet and everlasting tenderness.
This is only too unvarnished If I say you are seldom false To keep us out of perfidy For rarely ever we mistake
Ask me no more, what the truth is, The depth of ambiguity is wide: For all that's felt life is composed of, For all that's felt life is led with,
You Are So Sweet
You endowed me with great love-, A love that minor nature deities sing In the garden of the Hesperides, A love that nymphets recite in the bowers of bliss;
Beneath the surface layer, In the earth, In the realm of under-wraps haunts, Decayed flesh, muddy water,
The Awake Lips
Oh thou, the fundamental bass Symphonize my words At rush of tripping close of day In the disappearance of sound
The Wheel Of Time
Childhood no matter where Spent in the lap of luxury remains there Forever in the diary of minds. The school days of each day fun
This sun rises with the band of your colors Emerged through the grins of your lips. Your tender croon stirs the Nature up, And a bright day sings
I Let You On Your Wish
If you can come away with sublime love beating out of our union,
Every moment of time
If It Was Misfortunate
If meeting with you Was just an unfortunate touch of luck,
I sought of you with ample faith
With soulful longing all around:
In the cities, in dales and valleys
Hoping to meet you;
To kindle my heart with joys.
I sought of you here
Where dusk is ready to unveil
From the surge of twilight.