Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
It’s raining
On just my side of the street;
Don’t believe?
Come, Come and see;
Feel the water,
Wet,
upon what was dry skin,
Feel my different perspective,
That is so close
But won’t touch yours ;
“Hey, what’s it called,
This anomaly?”
“The scientific reasoning?”
“And why you, not me?”
“Or does it even matter?”
Consider:
If you come over,
Is it still “You” versus “Me”,
When the rain is shared?
My government burned this week,
The fire has long been lit,
But it finally took off,
Swallowed in flames,
Our fears realized,
As we now walk scorched streets
Of an authoritarian regime,
Wondering how long it’s been like this,
When exactly the illusion wore thin,
Leaving us woke to the knowledge that,
Things are worse,
But they always have been.
Be patient,Be kind;
Be all the things
You are naturally
In your pure, child mind.
July 22, 2017
Echoing ache
Unmet expectations
Expectations of things
not meant to be expected
May 21, 2017
Drip drip drops
of quiet contemplation
Pieces and perspectives
Settle into place
Finding peace
on a stage set:
Swings rock,
Rain washes
Paradigms
shift
She picks broken shells
Decorates sandcastles with
Beautiful discards
She of Letters 