Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The storm

Silence screams before the storm 

 Calm focus 

energy is inhaled by unknown force

slowly she exhales both emptying and consuming 

rage focused on those who dared to scorn

A flower emerges dewy petals born

After the emptying

Beauty flourishes on

Friday, July 10, 2015


I am not the sum of all that has happened to me
All that occurs is the sum of me
Like finger prints on a window pane
A distant memory of time that will remain

Engraved upon a distance ship
Abandoned put to sea
Blowing swiftly the winds of time
Fade off to distant memory

Vagueness occurs whilst hope dreams wearily on
Time reality
Are not the sum
The sum is now