Power To Probe Poem by Eva Beylich

Power to Probe

Some bonds seem broken
no longer solidly connected
but still their echoes sound
around your inner world

Some hope is there in light
lurking round foggy corners
but do you see a window
or is it just a crossroads

Some frames are disconnected
hardly standing on their own
supported flimsily by paper
about to bend and sag

Some solid block is burning
from behind or is it dawn
dusk of a New Year prevailing
wishful thinking in the dark

Something unfolding moulding
a new perspective round the cube
so many paths to try
we just need power to probe