Monthly Archives: September 2024

No matter how tightly packed,
Or thick the concrete,
Hearts often find ways, …

When distracted,
I gaze into the eyes.
For it is there, …

I often looked,
To discover the real who,
Hidden behind closed doors. …

Today,
I’d rather float beneath,
Unheard and unseen, …

Perhaps,
Despite the haziness,
I do know the way. …

Looking up to climb,
Or standing below gazing,
From where I arrived. …

Watching a river,
Soothes my soul.
The sound, …

Sometimes I try,
In vain to understand,
What the artist feels, …

On days,
When I’m wound up,
I habitually wait, …

I like looking at images,
From the past.
It’s when the child, …

I need to learn,
From those silently,
Growing trees. …

When things,
Appear out of place,
My mind struggles, …

Roads that call out,
Hoping to be traveled,
Are often not straight, …

That which lays,
Hidden underneath,
Is ladened with stories, …

Images,
Too can be deceiving.
Some no longer seem, …

Renewal,
Comes in many forms.
Even daily, …