Restrained
Without of understanding
Unsure of belief
In ones own thoughts
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
Monday, 3 June 2013
Hermitage
In search of one
A symphony of simple
Cool, calm; of a tradition
To dream of all but silence
Sunday, 2 June 2013
Roberto
Before the stillness
Among the crazy time
Bound, by papermache
The gluepot
& the paste brush
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Cobra
A place to become unsettled
Legs turn, unsteady
Humans, with the voices of birds
Fires, pyres, screened by poets
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