Sound of nothing
Is it loud? A banger, more to say.Or perhaps quiet, here to stay.Sometimes livid, mostly a blurThe pursuit of nothing is awake. Buzz inside the mind, surely a songNot even a few lines longRushes to act, to do a thingRather…
Is it loud? A banger, more to say.Or perhaps quiet, here to stay.Sometimes livid, mostly a blurThe pursuit of nothing is awake. Buzz inside the mind, surely a songNot even a few lines longRushes to act, to do a thingRather…
A quick second glance I takeWhat did I know, that I didn’t beforeCaught some moments, unlike oldNothing less, nothing quite more. Had it been the same, all alongEverything out in the plain sight?Why does it feel like a dream,That eludes…
As the sun shone its warmthGlistening o’er the river bedBreeze came by, I sensedGathering leaves from the spread. I picked a pebble, a little oneA naive smile crossed overThrowing into the wind, I leanWith a gaze full of wonder. Down…
An allegory that talks about how a songbird’s life is similar to a human’s soul.
The words “Wild Blue Yonder” refers to the sky, the vast outer space. This poem is a dedication to the beautiful sky, far away from us.
Warm and cozy comfort under the brood of an icy season.
A metaphor on how the human mind is similar to a wayfarer’s life.
Peaceful nights, gentle breeze, and view up into the sky to catch the celestial beauty...