Fatigue, unrest and boredom.
Household infirmary aids to heal.
Winter’s discontent spurns creative fires.
Dwell quietly – your body is speaking.
Listen.
Fatigue, unrest and boredom.
Household infirmary aids to heal.
Winter’s discontent spurns creative fires.
Dwell quietly – your body is speaking.
Listen.
Peaceful Bliss.
Symphony’s sonata wafts in the candle light of evening.
My heart sings in the space of quiet,
Leaves sit like sea shells on the pavement.
A canopy of red, glowing under a pale blue sky.
Magical, and majestic.
Your energy drives me.
The innocence of your youth corrupts me.
One fleeting moment – all the opportunities I have missed.
Rage wallows in stagnant ponds
choking on immortal words
emotions weigh like canon
quarter centuries of thought repressed