In a crowded room of yesteryears
FIVE SIX – Pick up sticks
The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks
A simple board now transformed
Muscles flex securing the hold
Strongly fastened to a tree
Sitting in the windowsill of my bedroom with my knees pulled up to my chin feeling powerless and full of hate
Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I’ll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
As a canopy spread over delicate leaves
wilting growth reached for speckled light
finding its way through
I am re-posting this from Ivors page as it has a wonderful music video included that warmed my heart. I hope you take the time to watch. Its worth the four minute feel good break it will give you. Happy listening. Haiku: The Sun The fiery sun burns Bitumen melts underfoot Tomatoes glow red Ivor…
BE SOMEONES LIGHT INSTEAD OF EXTINGUISHING YOUR OWN.
A jet stream blew in one day and merged the paralleling winds creating a gale force storm like no other before.
When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?