Myself: As a portrait of everybody

09 Nov

Higher the mind wanders to cloud
formations communicating wind and
alter egos swarming in webs of chaos
Living in noise and rambling through
market places – life strains to differentiate
with purposeful stares, taking in the

A universe of untold stories trapped in
heads wrapped in bright colored bows
and unsent letters written in sand. Lovers
soar in twilight then turn their masked droned
faces to greet the new day – oneness

Morphing between two and back into one
relationships repeating lessons unlearned for
this life. Alone I find myself whole for once and twice.
Solitary. And we can breathe in tomorrow together.

As difficult as it is to dream through all this pollution
we must.

Leave a comment

Posted by on November 9, 2011 in POETRY: Culture


Tags: , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: