Thursday, July 1, 2010

Poetry

I've been going through old boxes and folders and found some old poems I dashed off sometime in the past and had saved.



Homecoming Sunset

an endless trek
across the
vast
and beautiful land
coming to an
end

my mind
caught
in the origin of my trials
saddened
by the thought of my home there

my eyes
lift
to the darkening sky
silhouetted peaks
capped with crowns
of gold
of red
dancing
in the purple light
they say to me:
"welcome home"



Untitled

Wandering.

Lost.

Confused by the path
that lies before her.

Woman steps on.

She cannot find herself,
and knows not where to look.

Everywhere she was,
she is no longer.

Vanished.

She searches on.


Lightening Tree

Strong, it stands alone
in the darkness;
its bare arms outstretched
unaware of its majesty.
Until the clouds break;
a singular ray
finds the way to its soul;
And it is beautiful.




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