The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds?
Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.
In comes morning, hauling death. Don't close your eyes
There are only another fifty years of worthless wondering left.
In comes morning, hauling Death. Do not close your eyes
there's only a matter of another fifty years of exacerbation life left.
Some trouble mind bestirs silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.
What clarity within our deepest murky depths now holds?
Hornet on the wing
God, he would catch a hornet on the wing,
relish infinite beauty, not its putrefying sting.
Love is a cannonball.
it's easy to fire, difficult to hold
catch once it has ignited all its fire.
in His wisdom
He gave us a blanket of snow
an ice door melting
a campfire now covered
in sheets of snow
I can't fathom why
her likeness isn't constant
leaves of change
a chainsaw humming
a woodpeckers beak drilling
a midnight vigil
chandeliers of crystal glass
dew-like teardrops plunge
a fallen oak tree
an acorn in its round cup
Interesting format of poetry. Profound thoughts in very few lines create a sense of depth in brevity. Very good work.
Much appreciated Cynthia thank you.
This is a marvelous piece of poetry, its brevity deftly belying its depth. Such an enjoyable piece to read and ponder. Very nice!
The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds? I can imagine the beauty of thoughts captured in this lovely poem...............10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
So full of wisdom the beautiful two line poem. So profound and so full of depth. Thanks for sharing Mark.
Much appreciated Savita, thank you my friend.