An idle mind is easily soothed
An active mind easily construed...
I watch you from a distance
sipping reddish juice...
*** This is a poem that recycles bits and pieces...
All my life I’ve tried so hard to become a happy...
The fox looked up toward the moon
And thought "I could jump that high...
One day I will be my own happy poem.
I will wake up with a soul...
Tracing Back
The miser dwelling we had was not a house...
I sometimes wonder, am
I the only one to see...
Only lost eyes can find the greener grass...
Open my eyes each morning
Admiring the colourful blooming flowers...
The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...
The Lure
To a fish near a line, it is a thing of beauty...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...