“ Held Instant ” ~ on life’s clock ~

Held be instant

On life’s clock,

Prods the infant

Time finds stalk,

Till soul senescent

Begs for distance,

That lessens load

Of aging baggage,

One need dispose

To bury ravage,

Excesses imposed

Of borne instants,

Living composed!

 

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“ Looking ” ~ for serenity ~

 

Looking

For reasons,

Not to suppose,

That by and by

I’ll not dispose,

For me to abide

As I want compose…

 

Looking

At thoughts,

That questions

The soul,

Shadowed in doubt

Yet passing for whole,

When worth I gave

May have dried out,

Hence less than brave

I’ve agonized about,

A premature bide  

In fates grave reside…

 

Looking

To find serenity,

That shan’t confine,

To narrowed time!

 

“ The Book ” ~ of blank pages ~

A book in search

Of giving birth

To pages blank,

Hopes but record

Views so composed,

With words’ accord

To author predisposed,

Might ease the way

That dare initiate

A scribe’s want say,

Upon a virgin page

Empty so, intimidates

The while a book awaits

Words chose breathe life,

To uninhabited blank pages!