Tag: Fragile life

the art of seeing

April 23, 2020

This welcome sunshine
burns away thoughts of that sweet rain
which washed away that radiant sunshine
after it burnt away those morning mists
which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields
whose silence opened to breathe the stars
as they themselves woke the might of time
where it sparked imagination into being
and that life there, that simple dream
taught the soul the art of seeing
and that life there, that simple sight
opened doors to the unseen light
of this dark world, this world of
fragile alchemic blight
where the sun it shines to breathe new life
to give us hope for a world of sight

We are such little things

April 11, 2020

A poem I wrote back in 2017 seems to be very much how things are today.

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Could there be a time when kissing is outlawed
when tactile pleasures are banned
when the human race shall become
a non-contact sport

There are fears of contracting any one of these new found diseases
or even the old ones
which in our fragile make-up
our poor breaths of life
they breed

There is the virus carrying fruit bat
or the parasite carrying mosquito
and a whole number of little things to which we are oblivious
as we go about our daily grind
for the human body is under attack from the moment it is born
to the moment the little things win

We must continue to make love with life
we must continue

for we are such little things

Heed

February 9, 2020

the named storm wakes me
with its whistles and drones

I sit here listening
trying to remember its name

I forget
but did I really take much notice

so of course I haven’t forgotten
if its name passed me by

That crack in the ceiling
that scar in my mind
that sinking
… softness of you

once

it’s futile
there’s nothing to remember
nothing to forget

nothing

but once

Fragile wisp of spring

April 7, 2017

Oh delicate blossom
Fragile wisp of spring
A kiss from sun’s butterfly
is enough for you
For you are such a fine thing

Oh delicate blossom
Soft as ember’s ash
Beware the heavy kiss of passion
from the wake of sun’s sloughing
For you are such a temporary thing

Oh delicate blossom
Gentle smile of Gaia
How you caress the arena
the ambiance and the sun’s shadow
For you are such a celestial thing