Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Wednesday, 16 May 2012


The wheels of time spin deliriously
And often seem to stop-
When smashed by boulders on the road
As flying banshees screech overhead
And the troubles of struggle begin-
To escalate into dangers of the unknown
The carefree wonder aimlessly,
Given to posturing
And through idleness unaware,
As to the truth of blindness.
The smattering of cold hard rain-
On the window panes of the psyche,
Is always explained away,
As the sound of a little air-
Though broken glass should give warning
To the dangers of  imminent realities.


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