"Quiet your mind," they say. How does one quiet a mind? I can't think of how...
Tag: Poetry
Spinning
Like a spider in the wind taking flight— Love spins iridescent threads made of light— weaving a web of souls.
Asymmetry
A barefoot child kisses a world of opportunity, Creating a dynasty where Success waits beyond translucent dreams. To thrive he must gain inhibitions In a world where wars devour innocence And rules of decorum silence The screams of disorder in an orderly world: Where killing is orchestrated through agreed-upon opposition, Where peace seems irretrievable And … Continue reading Asymmetry
The Perfect Snow
PROSE It's been snowing for two days, yet the pavement is clear. It's the perfect snow: all beauty, no substance. Sometimes that's what people think they want. POESY It's been snowing for two days-- yet the thoroughfares remain clear. The perfect snow, people say: Beauty, but no substance. As for me I'd prefer some depth. … Continue reading The Perfect Snow
In the Space of What Was 