Contentment pulls
Me back to slumber
Despair’s grip
Weakens
Anxiety lurks
Waiting to
Wreck havoc
Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
If we loved beauty
Imagine if
We obsessed
Over beauty
With the
Same energy
We invest
Into rage
Finding Beauty
In these days
Where ugliness is glorified
There are moments of beauty
Which make my soul sing
The draw of contentment
Laying upon sheets
Contentment flows within
The world’s demands
Speak oh so loudly
Eventually I must heed
This siren’s call
Alive
The electric dance
of nerves and muscles
senses alive
fully enhanced by
the now.
Fighting Insecurities
Insecurities torment
My broken psyche
Bringing out internal pain
Denying my gifts
Dragging on my dreams
I shall resist
Love this image I found over at The Odyssey Online. Definitely go give them a look.
The big lives of small children
Awakened by
Voices of early risers
Small children
With big voices
So much
Personality
They occupy
Far more space
Than their bodies
Would belie
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This Summer’s Morning
Awoke by the rooster’s call
Train horn echoing miles to me
White noise from cars
Hurtling down the freeway
Birds speaking much as they have
For millennia uncounted
A look into the boundaries
Of infinity
Within destruction’s song
within destruction’s songs
lie the call of rebirth
phoenix’s prophetic
return from the flames
oblivion
Perhaps
Perhaps I cannot
Change much in
This broken world
Where cynicism
Valued more
Than compassion.
Perhaps.
