Distraction, empty;
“Now”, the moment powerful.
Rain flows from branches
Blog
Yours.
I love the painting attached to this poem. A great blend.
Hope is resistance
False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.
Unbounded by fear, embraced by love
Brutality free,
Humanity unbounded
Potential released
Autocorrect Woes
Deeply frustrating
My autocorrect errors
Failure of my eyes
Evening
Now I’ve become lost
Aimlessly within my dreams
Nightly quietude
If I won the Powerball
My values are deep
A key: generosity.
But would they hold true?
Sunset
Sunlight descending
Clouds alight behind mountains
Crispness upon wind
This winter’s day
Manic busyness
Sunlight slowly reclaims days.
January rains
Hope’s Power
The sun collapses
Into itself, within dreams
Hope’s power calming