Sagacious words

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

Thursday, 2 August 2012


The wind caresses

Sweetly the wisps of hair,

The blue sky moves-


Rolling the clouds past-

As a conveyor belt of images.

Watching in unison,

As the rest of the world

Seems to slow down

Into a blurry slide show.

Scratching at the scars,

The scabs strong,

Reminders of the pain,

The need to be real,

The need to feel in control-

As environments of suffocation,


Into shapes of white fluff.


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