The People and The Trees
Why do the trees get to be old,
and still be beautiful?
Why do we hunch with age,
while they tower with longetivity?
Why does our flesh fall apart,
while theirs remains unfaltering?
Why do we cycle through generations,
while they simply watch?
Why do the people get to change,
and still be beautiful?
Why must we stay in one place,
while they go as they please?
...Sunday 29th May 2016 6:29 am
Coite Bodher
Eyes full of white
Fed by flash after flash
Life given to the somber field
Dancing blades of green repeat
Cold stare from the leviathan of the past
Sunday 29th May 2016 6:24 am
Wailing Capital
Purple, purple, purple, shimmer
Drift forth, endlessly spinning
Grow no more, bloom in ice, inverted roots
Soft voice, bringing emptiness
Underneath white, falling leaves
Not a single ripple
Forever unchanging
The voice remains unmoved
Sunday 29th May 2016 6:21 am
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