Questions unending
Lost in frantic thoughts
Hoping for a breath
Of peace
Tag: Free Verse
Memorial
And when remembering heroes
Remember too their peace
Their carefully chosen words
With never brag nor boast
And hold them in your hearts
(That much remains the same)
Violence do not glorify
They never did.
About the trees
What is it about the trees
That so fascinates my mind?
What is it about their branches
That makes me want to climb?
What is it about the leaves
That makes me want to paint?
What is it about the trees?
517 – Dry them for you
Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
516
Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Words!!!
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Things versus
Things grow
Things shrink
Things come and go as they please
Things move
Things stretch
Things are there and at once gone
They are not constant
Not strong
Nor grounded
Nor can they be relied upon
In short, they
Are nothing like
You, dear.
