Poetry Blogs (life's journey)
Jane Briganti on Loss (5 hours ago)
Jane Briganti on Goodbye My Friend (5 hours ago)
Love never captures the stars
for we burn in the hollow
of the black hole
tearing at our souls.
Yearning to be free,
on our knees, we plead,
blind at times in defeat,
deaf to the trees,
the hearts true needs
but on we climb toward the light,
the rainbow an illusion of mind
knowing the journey is the gold,
that truth comes in numbers
and in reverse the future unfolds.
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:57 am
Traveller: walk roads.
Wash eye's innocence in life's flow.
Erode face-gullies in time's flood.
Let years sculpt wisdom into an open soul.
Face journey's lessons willing.
Respond. Adapt. Change.
Face alternate current.
Learn. Change again.
Be you. Inner you. Consistent.
Time's sculpture, life's subject.
Friday 27th January 2017 8:52 pm