The sun hangs lowCasting a golden hue.Ripples escape the dash,Causing a wave of nostalgia.With the call of days past,And the nebulous future,Lays the content of the present.Relaxation held within,A stream of consciousness.Whispers and wisps,Of pleasurable times,Call and kiss the mind,With sounds and syllables.May the peace envelop you.
Month: February 2021
Poem: The Demons of Discontent
The demons of discontent,Swirl about my mind,Twisting it into knots,Keeping it from unwinding.They tease and taunt,Beckoning forth chaos,And uncomfortable conclusions.They take impish delight,In the swarms of conflicting thoughts. Thus a goal must be found,To brush away the infernal,When they come to distract.For when I have something to grasp,It becomes easier to ignore,The way they skitter … Continue reading Poem: The Demons of Discontent