Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Category: I think..
The look of poetry
Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special…
Confessions of an alleged pessimist, accused of being disloyal
I would rather be a realist, with self-awareness and vision than a short-sighted optimist buoyed up by visions of grandeur that are, mostly, based on aggrandized caliber and misplaced confidence in skills one does not actually possess. Also, I beware of entities demanding “loyalty”,…
Renewal
I may no longer be young, But I can always be new We would never be together But I’d still always have you It looks like a long drought But.. say, we don’t forget the dew… ID October 21st 2019
It’s the end of time
It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly…
The magpie’s cult- a poem and art
The magpie’s cult When a playful magpie takes a bath Seeing that magic, makes wine of wrath It takes the wondrous joy of a child Adds carefree zest of a teen gone wild Shakes them together into a cult That of a free, inventive…
