“Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning” Well it was not only red, but yellow and purple I was not warned but looked at it kindly I saw the colours and dreamt of delight I sought for comfort and ignored the omen The sky was right, it always is It knew the week that laidContinue reading “Red Sky”
By Emily Dickinson Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted like a sand; When figures show their royal front And mists areContinue reading “Day 362: Poem of the Day”
Twas the day before Saturday when all through the office Not a creature was working, not even the bosses. The laptops were closed and the chairs unused, In hope that the day, would soon be misused. The staff were all nestled, chatting in the kitchen With conversations of Christmas, family and roast chicken. Thank youContinue reading “Day 353: ‘Twas the Day”
By Emily Dickinson That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough. That I shall love always, I offer thee That love is life, And life hath immortality. This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I Nothing to show But Calvary. Thank you for reading.
They’ve ruled me for far too long Overtaking my days and nights They’ve locked me in a cage Filled my head with make-believe They’ve trapped me in a cycle And watched me as I spun They’ve weighed on my decisions No right no wrong, just illusions It’s time to put them all to rest ToContinue reading “Day 348: Strong Idealism”