PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

like a weeping witness tree

in one's mind

such yet beheld beauty is

found in the actual carvings

I am not your ideal

yet nor are you mine

firmly entrenched

the focus of my mind is set

upon

what will be again

life

as

its always good

to at least appear

to be fully informed

untouched emotion

hails for me to speak aloud

sponsored verses yet to be

written

there for the heart stays fresh

throughout a life time full of

sun rises

as I seem to be forever foraging

in the lurking shadows of such

shallow existence

always lost

yet

rarely finding any real clues

physical matter is of so little

consequence in the spiritual world

it is simply not needed

shape is abstract

so

as to just exactly where

such pressing sadness evolves

one can only conclude

that it is the distance each is

being driven from the spirit

with many

its more than others

each life's leading

has a most necessary role

within me I know

all answers bloom

the grief from such torn feelings

of separation

is only a temporary ailment

an incomplete idea to the far too

limited human mind

the depth of one's considerable humanity

is but a glimmer of one's spiritual

guidance

for some

its even far less than a speck..............

(Feb. 17, 1999)