Ageing petals Brown edged Dessicating Stalks mouldy But just a hint Of better days. – Spent bouquet Still standing upright In fermenting water Once fresh and bright Full of optimism Brought a smile – Now speak of decay March of time All changes Life degrades At least we gain Experience…
Cascade of words Flow through my mind. Absorbing Others introspections. – Occurring and reoccurring, Expression’s gravitation, Dragging willingly, into literary vortexes. – So many voices craving, To express experiences, And their existence; In this mess. – What a wonderful immersion, In the cacophony of our race. – Sadness dripping tears. Beauty in the mundane found. […]
The older I get, The more I know, Experience begets, Knowledge flow. – Yet the lessons learned, Do not explain, Why I still get burned, Doesn’t keep me sane. – I still blunder, I still mistake, Truth cast asunder, In confusions wake.