Tag: poem

The Path

It is morning, but the light has the warm soft hue of early evening. There is no sign of the oncoming intensity of midday. A pair of bare feet are planted on cool sand. Drifting amongst the waves of sand are knee high tufts...

Everything is not Enough

A spider’s web: Flowering its intricate petals, Of unsympathetic rapturous delights. What effort drives her passions; Where everything and nothing can possibly be enough? Like misty raindrops: The object of her fulfillment, Drifts through unperturbed and indifferent. Those ‘loveless’ wet teardrops;...

Dyslexia

Being born a dyslexic is akin to being born with an ugly face.  There’s no ‘community for the ugly’.  But that wish for something other than what you are undermines the foundations of confidence;  it undermines your belief in the qualities...

Encapsulate the Globe

With one heartNurture the sphere in your crooked handDeeply inhale its soft cool mist into your fractured lungsWipe its endless soft life gently over red raw eyelids With one visionCaress the curved cragged landscapesBrush the whispering life of treesA sea of...

As the Crow flies

A long line.A crow looks down;At the purposeful procession?An aspiring lineBut jagged –Merely a throwback to independent action. I sit here.That is my choice;Peeking for signs of, progression?My prey halesWith arm outstretched –A break at last to my mindless contemplation. A...