Category: Poetry
Rapunzel and the Lockdown
The elusive
Oftentimes, I read. Words woven as stories, ideas, beliefs. Knowledge, a cage. My eyes look at the stars, My feet feel the dewdrop; with the organs within, without, I live every moment of life, in its highs and lows. But I know the elusive truth, beyond all bondage lies beyond books, nature trails, and tales of birth and death.
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The distance
One world. Different worlds. One situation. Many versions. Men, women, children, holding leaves in their minds through their eyes, beholding selected words, fruits, flowers, forming chosen haven, unable to distance, so the tree comes to light. The lack of vision, a white elephant.
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Good Friday
Good, bad, ugly The Friday is here for good, a reminder of his love for the light; his life, a work of art, a supreme sacrifice, he rose like a blooming flower, with bloody scars to unite with the source; for us, respectful, irreverent, after our toiling work, successes, failures, thank God, it’s another weekend of resurrection.
» Read moreRear View Mirror (revised)

Bottom pic as to highlight I am now in the ‘rear view mirror’ I have totally reworked the poem because it is often only when see it posted I see mistakes> Thanks to all who commented. The crux of the poem has not changed….only the expression here and there. x
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