Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Tag: non-rhyming poetry
512 – The rain
The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
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.
Ink on pages
I’m addicted
To ink
Ink on pages
I can’t get enough
Each day I need it more
And more
More ink
Hand in hand
Hold my hand and walk with me
Along the leaf-strewn path
Tell me all you have to tell
I’ll listen, rapt, to you
Teach me ev’ry corner of
Your ever-spinning mind
So I can with patience walk
And understand your tales
Walk with me through darkest night
Where moon and stars don’t shine
Let me take your heart in hand
And soothe its anxious beat
Though I am but human, I
Will love you best I can
Walk now with me; hold my hand
Life we’ll together face
After the storm
After heaven’s wrathful song
After sky’s great tears
Greens awake all o’er the ground
Blossoms open wide
Drums from heaven fade away
Presence faintly felt
Sun peeks ‘round the bright’ning clouds
And glistens in the grass
May Day
Crusted eyes and stuffy noses
So goes the morning’s greeting
‘Fresh’ and ‘air’ will never meet
Once past this day in May
