What the world sees

I came across an old oak tree planted in the courtyard of a house, which has long been abandoned. The roots have grown, raising the level of the ground in process. The picture is not of the original, but an approximation borrowed from the internet.   Strong roots raise others wisdom does not grow on … Continue reading What the world sees

Wordlessly

I write, and yet fail to take the message to the masses. They do not know of my existence, or what I think or write. But, if a musician friend is kind enough to weave my words into a song, it will be on several lips. The musical notes will hit the right spots. The … Continue reading Wordlessly

Depths are not hollow

The depth of my soul perpetually unfilled alone and thirsty   whatever comes in gets terrified of depths, flows out to fill   another shallow recipient waiting to fill imagined depth   depths are not hollow they have substance, hence I think of unfilled spaces   enriched by flowing waters that leave slices of unabsorbed … Continue reading Depths are not hollow

The Muse and the Artist

Mysterious personalities are unplugged Intonations, expressions imitated Mimicry is not buffoonery, but admiration It takes deep observation, and Connecting to popular perception.   Inspired by Sammi Cox at Weekend Writing Prompt #10 Image: josmanoch.deviantart.com

Circles

Death embraces me Facing you, Life, was fun with deep insights into the mysteries of fathomable existence.   Life seems to be fun, while you are here then self-deception in the world of fantasy beckons companionship   Inspired by Elsie Hagley at Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 52 Image: chathamhouse.org