Poem – Known
November 5, 2024Poem – Weeds in My Garden
November 6, 2024Pieces, pieces everywhere.
Particles are in thin air.
They float, they dance by
in the wind, knowing
not where they begin.
Arid places all run adry.
Know not why?
Learning just to learn
makes no sense
while dark in every eye.
So, light must guide
as seen with sight.
A future planned out
allows for life.
For great walls fall
when not very bright,
where complacency dims
’til direction be lost.
Then seeing not
the design of the build,
materials get wasted
by now cheapened thrills,
causing boast of great cost
where known given talents
can even get lost.
Fill in this piece,
the one of great joy.
Fulfilling purpose
which makes alive.
The sign of contentment.
Together. Complete at last.
No more loss as in thy past.