“ What Price Serenity ” ~ for quietude I seek ~

My wants,

More self-indulgent                       

Than essential

Be dwindling now,

As I compose

To thus appease,

A mind at times

Neglectfully in need…

 

I’d worried some

Of human habits

I struggle to let go,                                      

This mortal urge

That one so finds                                          

Bent still akin

To Babbitt kind,

The while hardly

Be sufficient time

To nourish soul,

Now meagrely mine…

 

Hence hasten I

To now replace

All glitters false,

That I may face,

Lest suffer risk

The quietude I seek,

No matter be

This price one paid

Alas to gain serenity!

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“ Writing ” ~ need be there reason ~

 

Why do you write

Asked unabashed,

As tho an answer

Other than need,

May even succeed

In shedding light…                  

 

Forces be real

I heard my reply,

Helps  touch why

Tho ne’er quite sure

My words truly fly…

 

What do you write           

She offers in spite,

My hazy taunts

Not meant be trite,

I scribble of time

That shadows mine,

To divert attention

If lot whispers of death…

 

Fate may deny

Time I have left,

So while I’ve breath

And feelings to best,

I’ll write with my soul 

Thus wants life bold,

Without reason or why

For as long as I’ll get!