Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Finding Meaning

I wish that I had found my stumbling feet
I wish that I had left it more to chance
Left my thoughts written on the broken street
(Left the little things on a street in France)

My sanity could not come closer though
My brain cannot handle the strain unknown
That must come whenever I still must go
That held me bound in chains down to the bone

I cannot comprehend the final hour
So I write to try to see the new fate.
Alas, I see the new bloom’ed flower
And I see what humans have missed to date!

Simplistic messages of what to give
That people searching find the will to live          
        

Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...