Do you ever come to a standstill,
Savour the moment -
Taste the present upon your tongue?
Search for meaning
As you
Scour empty skies?
Do discarded hopes
Land upon
Lavender laced lashes?
Does the bitter scent of reality
Lin-
ger
In stagnant morning air?
Do you drink from the
Well of nepenthean dreams,
Praying for a reprieve,
A repose -
From the constant clamour
Of tragic times
That shake the foundations
Beneath your feet?
Or do you b
o
w
To the waves
Of disappointment
Each one stronger to the last?
Allow the tides
To bear the weight
Of your strife and struggles,
Until all that remains
Is the tedious ebb
the monotonous flow
Of inertia.
I really enjoyed writing this one! Thank you to the awesome
for the stunning artwork to go with it! I appreciate it!
Very nice.
My tides will peak
When I can hear
Glorious melodies
Of birds in my
Giant live oak
Til we both
Ebb.
Love the poem & Duane Toops’ artwork! Thank you.