What, if I may be as bold to ask, does this inspire in you?
Such a beautiful, peaceful and pleasing scene you have captured here, my friend, I feel unable to do this moment justice, as I am afraid my ...
When one spends a lot of time by oneself, one learns to talk to oneself … not in the familiar absent-minded way that we often do, but with a serious bearing, asking oneself important questions, and po...
*This is a palindrome poem—read every line until the end, then read every line going back up.
It does not matter to us, but what does is
We could not care les...
Someone Stole My Summer
The fruit is rotting in the orchard
The grass is yellowing in the rain
The days are shorter than they once were
Someone stole my summer again
Morning dew that doesn’t dry Leave...
Fruit trees fascinate me.
Over millions, maybe billions of years, they’ve developed a great system.
I see the mango trees along the highway in random, unkept parts of the jungle,
And I can only imagin...
Red and Orange and Yellow
Colours of Autumn
are bad when seen on the wing
of your aeroplane
Headaches and Sweat
Maybe it’s dehydration
I don’t like Summer
In the shallow dirt
There is a flower
Which fights with all its might
Against the rain
It digs its roots down deep
This precious flower
Endures against the wind
With which it strains
The flower’s stem...
A river flows where no one knows
but goes to show the route they go
they spread wide and move the moat
and takes a turn for another approach.
The way the moat goes depends on the way
of the desires of...
He floats aloft in endless blue
The only sound his breath The only thought the sea
He exists for this moment
A tiny speck in an immense ocean
He is ultimately in touch
Alone and in his own ...
The scab has torn and the water has come to a boil, My mother is a water lily, and I, Am a mud flower, The sudden screaming of buttercups, tiger lilies, bluebells and other wildflowers unknown, cresce...
Often, I look at the stars
They remind me that time does not exist
My eyes have touched these stars nearly every night
And although I age
Every single time it is the same sight
I am captivated
I love winter.
The cold, biting air. The snow that falls with no sound. The bright sun’s glare
From the white, frozen ground. I love winter. It makes every door an entry way
Into a warm and cozy lair....
The spider died
At least I assume it died alone
I’ll never know
I found it on the carpet At first I thought it was a bit of dried grass
Then I thought it was a seed head
Finally I realised it ha...
Anthracitic ants anticipate antipathy.
A true Antediluvian antagonist, their anthoid antrum a scourge.
Using an antiquated anthelmintic,
I attempt to attack their mound;
Their antennae ever attuned,
On the side of the boat, I sit, Head full of expectation and hope. I look at my buddy, My buddy at me. We communicate readiness without words. Right hand instinctively goes to my face;
Left hand to my...
I stood there, arms out, bathing in radiation,
the three of us there - a scene, an act, a play
Do you recall that song?
It plays in my silence, my ear.
Its a unique melody, but aren't they all?
Being Human is simple enough
At the same time
It is complex stuff
Life is a paradox
One two three
Three two one
Can you see?
The body itself
Has various parts
It's more than physical You know in your ...
As a child, I was told that I had an old soul.
I was fourteen going on forty-five
now I’m nineteen going on ninety.
My wisdom is well beyond my years.
I have the voice of someone who been
around this ...